Chapter 85

When Alexander rushed over after getting the message, Derek—that piece of trash—was holding Caitlin in the hot spring. The veins on the back of Alexander's hand bulged, and in that moment, he seriously felt like punching someone. And this woman? She was being eyed like prey and still totally clueless about what was going on! Did she have any idea how much attention she attracted? How did she always manage to stir up trouble for him? His cold eyes swept over Samantha. "I'm talking to you. Answer me." "Why don't you go ask him?" Samantha didn't even bother explaining, just snapped back. "Why the hell was he holding you?" Alexander's anger spiked, the whole room felt suffocating from the pressure radiating off him. Samantha glanced around, walked over and sat on the couch, shifting to a comfy position before crossing her legs lazily and looking straight at him. "Isn't it obvious? Classic damsel in distress situation." Alexander locked his gaze on her strikingly beautiful face, voice icy a