Vivienne’s POV

 &quot;Thanks, but neither of us is a winner,&quot; I said, setting down my chopsticks.

 &quot;I’ll go back, but I want you to take me to the airport,&quot; Alexander suddenly said, laying out his condition.

 I froze for a moment. Would he really let me off this easily?

 &quot;Alright, when?&quot; I hesitated for a beat, then nodded.

 &quot;Tomorrow.&quot;

 &quot;Okay.&quot;

 Alexander picked up the unopened bottle of wine from the table and poured some into my glass. &quot;Try this, it’s the house’s signature fruit wine.&quot;

 He poured some for himself as well.

 I raised my glass and clinked it with his. The rim touched my lips, and I took a sip. A sweet, fruity flavor flooded my senses, smooth and rich.

 &quot;How is it?&quot;

 &quot;Not bad,&quot; I said, gently smacking my lips and taking another sip.

 &quot;This wine has a strong kick, don’t drink too mu

Alexander’s POV

 “Huh? Why isn’t it clearer?” A shadow flashed across my eyes.

 Logically, after spending a whole year there, the impressions should be pretty deep, whether good or bad.

 Vivienne rubbed her forehead. “Before returning home after my studies, I had a car accident, and I can’t remember much.”

 So it was amnesia from the accident, just as I suspected.

 But I still had one question—what happened to the child?

 Did the child die in the same accident with Vivienne, or was there something else I didn’t know?

 “How did the accident happen? Were you badly injured?”

 “I can’t really remember. I hit my head, and when I woke up, everything was a blur.” Vivienne’s gaze grew distant as she spoke, lost in thought.

 She had once tried to recall everything, but the more she struggled, the less she could remember. Eventually, she gave up.

 I furrowed my brows at her words.

 In h

Vivienne's POV

 Alexander’s mouth was covered by my other hand, halting whatever he was about to say. A faint smile flickered in his eyes.

 I exhaled slowly, my cheeks flushed with a soft pink as I shot him a glare. &quot;I’ll let go of you, but you better not say another word,&quot; I warned.

 Alexander’s expression remained neutral, neither nodding nor shaking his head, the amusement still playing on his face.

 Frowning, I was about to speak when I suddenly felt an itching sensation in my palm, followed by something warm and wet.

 &quot;Ah—!&quot; I jerked my hand away, pulling it as far from him as I could, disgust clearly written on my face as I wiped it against my sleeve. &quot;Alexander, that's disgusting!&quot;

 Alexander, however, remained completely unfazed. &quot;How is it disgusting? You’re the one who put your hand there. Besides, I’ve touched every part of you, haven’t

Vivienne’s POV

 &quot;Thanks, but neither of us is a winner,&quot; I said, setting down my chopsticks.

 &quot;I’ll go back, but I want you to take me to the airport,&quot; Alexander suddenly said, laying out his condition.

 I froze for a moment. Would he really let me off this easily?

 &quot;Alright, when?&quot; I hesitated for a beat, then nodded.

 &quot;Tomorrow.&quot;

 &quot;Okay.&quot;

 Alexander picked up the unopened bottle of wine from the table and poured some into my glass. &quot;Try this, it’s the house’s signature fruit wine.&quot;

 He poured some for himself as well.

 I raised my glass and clinked it with his. The rim touched my lips, and I took a sip. A sweet, fruity flavor flooded my senses, smooth and rich.

 &quot;How is it?&quot;

 &quot;Not bad,&quot; I said, gently smacking my lips and taking another sip.

 &quot;This wine has a strong kick, don’t drink too much.&quot;

 &quot;Mm,&quot; I murmured, nodding. &quot;Actually, when we left the family court earli

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