Soon after, the meeting came to an end.
"What the hell was that?" Seraphina screamed at Alexander as they drove home.
"What the hell was what?" he replied, feigning cluelessness.
"Don't play dumb with me, Alexander. It's bad enough I'll be humiliated for not being able to get the contract. Now, thanks to you, I'll be kicked out of the Lockwood family. How on earth am I supposed to explain this to my mother?" Seraphina ranted.
"It's going to be fine, trust me," Alexander said, trying to comfort her.
With instant shock, and anger written squarely on her face, she snapped, "Trust you? You want me to trust you, Alexander? Are you out of your mind? Why should I ever trust you? You're nothing but a wretch forced on me by my father to get married to, and you expect me to trust you?"
Her words were a tough pill for Alexander to swallow, but he understood that she was angry, and she had every right to be. Only he could see the full picture he was painting. It ached him that he couldn't just explain it to her right away.
"Yes, you're right, you have no reason to trust me, so trust yourself," he said.
"What?"
"Trust and have a little faith in yourself that you are going to get the contract."
At this point, Seraphina's tolerance reached its peak. She didn't reply. Instead, she took a long pause and brought the car to a halt.
"Get out," she said with a firm voice.
"What?"
"I said GET OUT!" she roared at Alexander.
"Sera…"
"NOW!" she roared again.
Alexander had no choice but to get out of the car and watch Seraphina drive off, leaving him right there on the highway.
They were at least a hundred miles away from their house, so there was no way Alexander could walk home. Although he could, he decided not to.
Besides, it was an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, he thought to himself as he picked up his phone and dialed Grace Pemberton.
"Hello, Grace," he spoke into the phone.
"Young master," she replied from the other end of the line, her voice echoing with excitement.
"I warned you to never refer to me in that manner ," Alexander instructed.
"Forgive me sir, my apologies."
"Good. I hope I didn't disturb your sleep."
"No, not at all, sir. I am just rounding things up at the office."
Alexander took a look at the time on his phone; it was well past eleven p.m., and she was still at the office, working. He couldn't deny how impressed he was at that, but this wasn't the time for compliments.
"I am in a bit of a pickle and need your assistance."
"Whatever you need, youn—Sir."
"I need you to come pick me up and take me home."
"Okay, sir. I am on my way."
"Good. I will send you my address."
Alexander sent his address, and in less than fifteen minutes, a black BMW pulled over in front of him.
Grace was about coming down to open his door, but Alexander, finding that redundant, simply opened the back seat door himself and sat right in.
"Thank you."
Grace Pemberton couldn't hold herself from blushing so hard; her cheeks turned red. But who wouldn't? She had just received a compliment from the legendary Alexander Chase.
The drive was long and quiet as Alexander's mind drifted away.
He was lost in thought concerning his affairs with his wife. He had made a promise to her father to be the best husband to her, and maybe he could do that if he just told her his true identity. But the question was, which of his identities was his true one? Having lived so many lives, that was a question even he couldn't answer.
"We are only a few blocks away, sir."
"Okay, drop me here."
Alexander got out of the car, thanked Grace for the ride, and walked home. His mind was clouded with many thoughts. But all that cloud faded away as soon as he entered the compound and saw an extra car. They had visitors.
Alexander entered the house, and in the living room were his wife, Seraphina, his stepmother, Caroline, and a stranger.
"Alexander," Caroline called out, walking to him with a beaming smile, which was never a good sign.
"Meet Ethan Bishop, Seraphina's new husband."