All Chapters of Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Alexander, unfazed, merely shot the waiter a glance.The waiter smiled knowingly. "Enjoy your meal."Ava cleared her throat. "Mr. Vanderbilt, you probably don’t go out to eat with women much. This restaurant caters specifically to couples."She spoke lightly, without a trace of embarrassment, as if it were nothing more than an amusing coincidence.Alexander remained composed. "You seem familiar with this place. Do you come here often with your husband?"Her fingers stiffened slightly around the menu."Um… maybe once or twice."Once or twice?His frown deepened.Her husband had only brought her to a place like this once or twice?It didn’t sit right with him, but he let it go. It wasn’t his concern.Ava quickly redirected her focus, her eyes falling on Alexander’s hand.His fingers rested on the table near the scattered red roses. The contrast—the stark white of his skin against the deep crimson of the petals—created a visually striking image.It was… artistic.She wanted to paint it la

The night stretched over the city in a quiet hush, the skyline dotted with the glow of distant skyscrapers. At a private high-rise hotel, Alexander had just finished showering. Dressed in a loose silk robe, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, skimming through the last of the documents on his tablet. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows over the elegant furnishings of the suite, giving the space a warm yet distant ambiance.A persistent knock at the door broke the silence. Lynne.Alexander’s jaw tightened. He ignored it at first, but her voice floated in through the heavy wooden door."Alexander, you don’t seem in a good mood tonight. Do you need me to keep you company?"Her tone was laced with careful seduction, but it only deepened his frown. With an air of finality, he set his tablet aside and walked toward the door, pulling it open.Lynne’s face lit up, her delicate features painted with hope as she instinctively clung to

(From here, Serena will be referred to as Ava or Miss Alvarez, as Alexander recognizes her as “Ava Alvarez,” the designer.)Ava stood quietly in the corner, her posture still and her gaze lowered. Shadows clung to the delicate contours of her face, and despite her natural beauty, an air of exhaustion dulled her usual radiance. She looked fragile, like a fractured gem left in the dark, waiting to be forgotten.Alexander’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, recalling the previous day when he had seen her standing outside in Charleston. The sunlight had bathed her in a soft glow, making it seem as if she would dissolve into the light at any second and vanish. Now, here she was again—silent, distant, detached.The elevator reached the top floor, and Alexander stepped out first. He didn’t expect her to follow, but the faint sound of footsteps behind him confirmed that she had. When he reached his door, he finally broke the silence."Is there something you need?" His voice was quiet, laced

After speaking with the doctor at the hospital, Ava left, her body heavy with exhaustion. The city lights blurred past her as she drove back to the hotel, her hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary to keep herself awake.As she stepped out of the top-floor elevator, the elevator beside her chimed softly before opening. Alexander stepped out.He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the crisp lines accentuating his tall frame. With effortless precision, he adjusted his cufflinks, his expression unreadable. Unlike usual, Jonathan was not with him—he had returned alone.Ava blinked against the fatigue weighing down her eyelids and instinctively greeted him."Mr. Vanderbilt."The doors of both elevators slid shut simultaneously, the faint mechanical hum echoing in the otherwise silent corridor. The floor was eerily quiet, amplifying the subtle sounds—the soft click of Alexander’s polished shoes against the marble, the faint rustling of fabric as he moved.He strode towar

Alexander turned his head, his gaze settling on the drunken figure slumped over at the bar entrance. He recognized the man—Stephen, the same supervisor he had seen belittling Liam Norton at Darby Construction. Now, barely able to stand, Stephen was being propped up by a group of friends while spewing drunken complaints."I still can’t believe that bastard Liam got my position... and all because of Ava!" Stephen slurred, his voice thick with bitterness. "She probably... pulled some strings for him. Who the hell does she think she is? That kid will pay for this. Mark my words!"Alexander’s expression remained unreadable, but his lips curled in a cold smirk. So, Ava was looking out for her so-called husband, even going so far as to secure his job. It had nothing to do with him, of course. He had no reason to care. Without another glance, Alexander turned and disappeared into the dimly lit bar.Stephen, still ranting, took a wobbly step forward, his voice growing louder. The upscale bar th