Chapter 129 Crumbling Alexander

Alexander’s POV

Her lashes flutter as she blinks. 

“My Alexan…” And her head falls back on the seat, hand slapping against my thigh.

“Get. Up…” I croak through gritted teeth.

But she simply shifts closer, using my right thigh as her pillow. “My Alexander…”

The dopamine comes to an instant...

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