Chapter 175

Sarah's POV The moment I saw Alexander's tall figure in the doorway, my heart raced with conflicting emotions. Part of me was concerned about him—he looked unsteady, his normally impeccable posture slightly off-kilter. But another part of me wanted to flee, fearing he might try to claim me again. I simply didn't have the energy for another intense encounter. I attempted to slip past him, hoping to avoid confrontation. As we brushed shoulders, my wrist was suddenly seized in an iron grip and I was yanked backward with unexpected force. Without warning, I found myself trapped against his hard chest. "Alexander, what are you doing?" I asked, breathless with surprise. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were hazy with alcohol. He blinked several times, as if struggling to focus. Even intoxicated, he was breathtakingly handsome—those long dark lashes fanning against his cheeks, his normally intense gaze now carrying an almost boyish vulnerability. His unfocused stare made me wonder if