Chapter 117

Alexander's POV The car pulled into the driveway of the villa. As I stepped out, I paused and looked up, noticing that the light in the master bedroom had already been turned off. I entered the living room, switched on the lights, and deliberately glanced at the drawer. The spare key to the master bedroom was back in its place. I moved quietly toward the bedroom. The room was pitch-black, with only slivers of silver light filtering through the gaps in the curtains, casting a faint glow on the head of the bed. I could barely make out Vivienne's long hair spread across the pillow. There was a small lump in the middle of the bed. In the darkness, it looked fragile, small. Vivienne’s body was curled up, half her face hidden under the covers. I gently sat on the edge of the bed, slowly lifting a corner of the blanket. With the dim moonlight, I gazed at her peaceful face as she slept. That’s when I noticed the deep wrinkle between Vivienne’s brows, her temples damp with sweat