Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

XL | Suspected Love

When Jake picked up Sophia's call, Alexander, Helen, and Producer Johnson were in the director's room, discussing the script.

Jake pulled out his mobile and saw Sophia's number. He said "Sorry" to everyone around the room before he got up and replied, "Sophie, what happened? ... What, a car accident?"

Alexander, who sat on the sofa with a cold expression, heard these words, which caused his brows to unintentionally crease.

That afternoon, Isabelle and Sophia were together...

Alexander's usually icy eyes glanced over with a hint of anxiousness. His laid-back and relaxed body slightly stiffened, and his focus heightened. He heard Jake's gentle voice ask gently, "Are you hurt? Was it a serious crash..."

Coincidentally, Jake opened the door to the director's room at that time and stepped out, conveniently closing the door behind him and cutting off any sound behind him. Alexander's brows tightened even more intensely, his thoughts growing even more confused.

The director didn't stop the discussion on account of Jake having left the room. The usual eloquently-spoken Alexander sat very quietly on the sofa. His eyes didn't turn away from the view outside the window. It looked like his full attention was focused on listening to the director's words, yet it also looked like he was lost in thought.

The director seemed like he said he was tired. Finally coming to a end, he turned to ask Alexander, "Mr. Smith, what do you think about these amendments to the script?"

Alexander didn't make a single reaction. Both his eyes were still glued to the view out of the window.

The director picked up his teacup from the table and took a sip. He looked at Alexander, who didn't say a word, and said again, "Mr. Smith?"

Helen creased her brows and turned her head. She saw Alexander unexpectedly in a daze, and so she extended her arm to touch his arm. She said in a low voice, "What are you thinking about? The director asked for your thoughts."

Alexander gave a "mm". Coming back to his senses, he blinked, pulling his eyes back from outside the window. Just now, he only cared whether Isabelle was in Sophia's car at the time of the accident and if she was hurt. He simply didn't hear the director's words. To ask him for his thoughts, now... How would he know?

Alexander's eyes flatly swept past the people sitting in the room. He gave a composed nod, thought about it for a moment, and said, "It's great". He then fished around his pocket for his phone, wanting to give Isabelle a call. In the end, Jake, who took the call, coincidentally pushed the door open to come back into the room at that exact moment.

"I'm terribly sorry, Sophia was just in a bit of a car accident and didn't bring her driving license. The traffic police are waiting to inspect it. I have to go bring it to her," said Jake apologetically.

"A car accident. Was it serious?" Helen asked, concerned.

"There shouldn't be any big problems."

Jake's reply made Alexander forcefully purse his lips. The hand clutching his phone instinctively tightened. There shouldn't be any big problems... What did he mean by "shouldn't"?

Alexander turned his head and glanced at Jake, who had grabbed for his jacket. He got up with a calm expression and picked up his own jacket. "Well, actually I have business in the city too and I need a lift. My assistant has the car. As you're on the way, take me with you."

Jake and Alexander came out from the hotel. When Jake pulled out his car keys and was ready to sit down, Alexander said, "Give me the keys, I'll drive."