Chapter 133

Sarah's POV I hoping for even a small reaction. But he just kept flipping through the book, barely acknowledging I was there. He used to be distant, yes, but this… this was something else. Sharper. Harder. Like he'd built walls around himself and locked everyone out. What happened to you, Alexander?Is it because of your fiancée? I hated it. I hated not knowing him anymore. So I said, as casually as I could, "She must be quite something." He didn't look up. I kept going, my voice light, teasing—at least I tried to make it sound that way. "Your fiancée, I mean. What's she like?" That finally got a reaction. He paused, then slowly looked up at me, his eyes colder than ice. "Why do you ask?" I shrugged, pretending not to care. "Just curious.Not everyone ends up engaged to a socialite.That's… impressive." He said nothing. I let out a soft, awkward laugh, filling the silence. "She must be beautiful. And patient. You don't seem like the easiest person to live with." That earned me a brief loo