Chapter 112 Leaving Without Saying Goodbye
Alex didn't want to say more, his tone turning colder: "Just go along with the engagement. Don’t start thinking you’re Mrs. Baker."
His words landed hard; cold and merciless. Grace’s tears finally fell, one drop after another.
Michael stood there, not daring to breathe.
Grace looked straight at him: "Michael, go out first. Alex and I need to talk."
Michael glanced at his boss, seeing no objection, he nodded.: "Yes, Mr. Baker, Miss Miller. I'll head out."
With that, he quickly left the ward.
Now only two people remained in the ward.
Grace stared at Alex's cold profile, jealousy and resentment boiling inside her.
She knew Alex didn't care about her at all!
But they'd come this far—she couldn't give up!
She glanced toward the door, making sure no one would come in, then walked up to the bed. "Alex, I know you're in a bad mood. I won't push you. I just want to stay with you. Even if you don't marry me, I'll stick by your side."
As she spoke, she leaned in slowly. Her open neckline showed her collarbone, even her cleavage and black lace bra.
No matter how cold Alex was, he was still a man!
What man could turn down an offer like that?
But the next second, Alex looked up coldly: "Get out."
One word hit her like a hammer.
She froze: "Alex, you..."
"You don't want to get kicked out, do you?" Alex pressed the call bell by the bed.
The shrill sound rang out loud instantly.
Grace bit her lip, she knew if she pushed further, she’d only humiliate herself. "Then... take good care of yourself. I'll come see you another day."
She turned and hurried out of the ward.
The door clicked shut, but Alex's irritation didn't fade.
He leaned back against the headboard and rubbed his brow.
A moment later, Michael came back in, holding a fancy dessert box.
"Mr. Baker, the macarons and mousse cake from that Paris pastry chef you ordered. I just picked them up. Kids love this stuff. You want to..."
Alex pictured Eleanor's soft little face and said quietly: "Take it to her ward."
Michael looked troubled: "Mr. Baker, I passed by Miss Johnson's room earlier... it was empty. The nurse said Miss Johnson took her daughter and checked out."
Alex froze: "Checked out?"
"Yeah, yesterday."
He went quiet for a few seconds. "Mm. Leave the desserts here."
Michael didn't ask questions, set the box on the bedside table, and left.
The ward fell quiet again.
Alex stared at the fancy box, his fingers tracing the edge, a mix of feelings in his eyes.
Emily, you really won't even give me a chance to get close.
Soon.
Days flew by.
Less than three days until the Baker family engagement.
Alex sat in his car, staring at the second floor of the Johnson family villa.
His thumb tapped the steering wheel without thinking.
After a long hesitation, he stepped out and walked slowly to the door.
Knock knock knock.
The Johnson family maid opened it.
Seeing Alex, she was surprised: "Mr. Baker, what brings you here?!"
"Here to see Mr. Johnson about business details." Alex's voice was back to its usual cool tone.
The maid said quickly: "Mr. Johnson is out—not home right now."
Alex stayed calm: "What about her?"
The maid paused, then got it—he meant Emily.
"Miss Johnson is upstairs. Want me to let her know?"
Alex paused a second: "I'll go up."
"Uh..." The maid looked unsure.
After all, Alex was divorced from their miss—going up might upset her.
Seeing her hesitate, Alex said low: "Just business. I won't bother her."
Left with no choice, the maid stepped aside and let him in.
She quickly called Andrew too.
Now.
Alex reached the second floor.
At the corner, he ran straight into her.
Emily had just showered, wearing a light blue silk robe, loosely tied. Her damp hair fell over her shoulders with droplets of water trailing down her neck.
Surprise flashed in her eyes: "Why are you here?"
Alex's throat bobbed. His intense gaze swept over the soft curves beneath the robe—desire surged in his eyes for a second, then he suppressed it.
He stepped closer, tone even: "Business."
Emily raised a brow: "Didn't know business was important enough for Mr. Baker to show up in person."
"Since you're here, come in."
She pushed open the study door.
Alex's voice came out hoarse for no reason: "Special case, special treatment."
She sat at the desk, flipped through some files: "Mr. Baker's got time on his hands—handling business right before his engagement."
There was a hint of mockery in her tone, but no real emotion.
Alex watched her quietly, something tightening in his chest. "Andrew's not here?"
"Mm." Emily kept her head down, flipping pages.
She didn’t even look up. She was indifferent like he was just some stranger who didn't matter.
Suddenly, Alex moved closer.
Click—the study door shut.
Emily was on the sofa, brows furrowed: "What are you doing? This is the Johnson house—not a place for you to mess around!"
She eyed the man stepping toward her warily.
Next second, he grabbed her chin, breathing in her scent like he couldn't get enough: "Dressed like this for business? Emily, do you miss me?"
His words came out hoarse, thick with desire.
Emily felt the heat from him, burning hot...
"You have no shame?!" She snapped, her face flushing with anger and embarrassment.
Alex let out a low chuckle: "You used to hang nightgowns like this in my closet all the time. Haven't seen you in one in ages. Did you know I was coming today?"
Emily was speechless and kicked at his thigh: "No time for your jokes—get off!"
But the next second, he caught her slim ankle and toyed with it.
"I came for business. Didn’t expect the extra benefits. Guess the trip was worth it."
Emily's eyes went wide in shock: "A few days in the hospital and you’ve turned into someone else? You actually talk like this now?!”
He man raised a brow: "Back then, in bed… did I ever hold back? and you haven’t changed, you still blush from just a few words.”