Chapter 151

Megan finished the entire bowl of noodles, even drinking the soup to the last drop. With the bowl in hand, Alexander moved to the sink. The simple act of washing dishes brought an undeniable smile to his face, one he didn't even try to hide. Megan followed him into the living room, her body still aching from their earlier intimacy. "Sit down, don't move. Want some fruit?" "I'm good," she replied. She was already full. When Alexander turned back, he saw she had already slipped her dress back on. After their intimate moment, there was now a subtle allure in her every gesture—an unintentional grace that tugged at his heartstrings. "Why'd you put your clothes back on? How are you supposed to sleep like that?" "I'm leaving." "It's late—why go now?" He crouched and gently rubbed her leg. "Let's just go back..." "I'm not going." Megan sat still, glancing at Alexander as he knelt before her like a boy afraid he'd done something wrong. "I'm not going to marry you," she said calmly.