Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

XXXIV | Bleeding Love

Alexander sat at the window seat on the fifth floor cafe of the Four seasons hotel. Beside him, his assistant kicked his leg under the table for the eighth time. Then, with an apologetic expression, he smiled at the two people sitting opposite them and said, "Sorry, just a moment."

It seemed like the two of them wouldn't sit still for any longer, but they remained calm, forcing a smile back at him.

Then, the entire table fell silent again for a long time. As time slowly went by, Alexander's assistant was a little uncomfortable in his seat, and became a little anxious.

A proposal was put in front of Alexander. They wasted two whole hours of the partners' time. Even with the reminder, Alexander still had no reaction, just staring blankly at the contract.

After half an hour passed, the assistant kicked Alexander again. The man still stared unwavering at the contract without any reaction at all, treating everything around him like air.

The two partners before him had clearly grown restless.

Seeing as Alexander hadn't said a word, the assistant coughed heavily. In the end, all he could do was smile at the two partners. "I'm so sorry. How about this... We'll take this proposal back with us to have a good look. When we reach a decision, I'll contact you both. What do you think?"

The two of them looked at each other, and one of them nodded their head, saying "All right."

The assistant then hurriedly got up, politely seeing both of the partners out. When he came back, Alexander eyes had already pulled away from the proposal and he looked out the window with an intense expression.

In the past half a month, this was the fifth time he met partners to discuss a possible cooperation. In the end, after they met, Mr. Smith would keep his silence. No matter what the other person said, or how someone prompted him, he didn't react at all.

To be more exact, ever since Isabelle and Mr. Smith had broken all ties, Mr. Smith had become silent. Before, Mr. Smith didn't speak much either, but now it was so to a frightening degree. Often during business meetings, he wouldn't utter a word throughout. When he did speak, it would be two simple words, "Let's begin", or "Meeting adjourned".

Mr. Smith had always been antisocial, but now, he was even more antisocial than before. Sometimes, he would attend mandatory events, but whenever he went, he would always find a quiet corner alone.

Isabelle's split with him seemed like it had little effect on him. His temper was normal, emotions were normal, but, he was very clearly even more distant and difficult to get close to.

Quite a few people at the company also noticed him acting strange. Some said that Mr. Smith had become even colder, others said that Mr. Smith was even more condescending, but only he knew that he'd lost someone who he could talk to, so he didn't want to talk at all.

The assistant shook his head, walked forward, and looked at the same page and words in the proposal that had left Alexander in a trance. In the end, his eyes landed on the word "Belle". If that was the case... It was something that appeared often, a most ordinary word, and yet, because the word was in that woman's name, every time he saw it, he would end up like that...

The assistant gently sighed in relief, put the proposal away, and then said in low voice, "Mr. Smith, it's getting late, shall we leave?"

Alexander stayed quiet for some time, but in the end, he nodded without a word. He then stood up, and the assistant hurriedly called the service staff for the bill. He followed Alexander out.

After he got in the car, Alexander still didn't say a word. He sat there in the back on his own and pulled out his phone. Who knew what he saw, but he stared dazed for a long time. He abruptly raised his head and said in a cold, flat voice, "To York Garden."