Chapter 77 REELING IN THE PAST

• *Alexander*
• “Mr. Andrew Alexander” called out the only voice I can never mistake for others. I looked up at her face, which had a gleam flashing across it. “Yes, that's me. Is there a problem?” I asked blandly as I continued to hold the hand of the lady sitting next to me. “I would like to see you for a moment” she pronounced sternly. “Yeah, sure. I'm listening, Mrs. Torres,” I told her with a bright smile, folding my hands across my chest and looking at her face with interest. I watched as her eyes dimmed with anger and the veins on her forehead became exposed, “Privately, Alexander. Now get up” she half yelled, looking so enraged. I opened my mouth in an 'o' shape then reluctantly got on my feet, straightening my collar which was not wrinkled at all. “Excuse me, miss” one of the two ladies who had been keeping my company since the moment I arrived here spoke up, standing up. “I don't know who you might be, but you can't just come here and start ordering him around” the lady blurted out, looking quite displeased. I opened my mouth to talk, I don't even know her name. “The last time I checked, you're not his wife” Kiara spelled out word by word, her expression was terrifying. “And you don't seem like you're his wife yourself. Maybe you're one of his sluts” she sneered relentlessly wearing a sardonic smile on her face. “You bastard…” Kiara made to charge toward her, but I quickly held her back. She had turned red as a beetroot, “Let me go, Alexander” she growled silently, wriggling in my clasp. “Come on now, you want to see me privately, don't you?” I reminded her in a good nature mood, curling up my lips. She was still glaring at the lady, but swiftly looked over at my face. She looked adorable during her little fit of rage. She pulled out of my hold at once, then turned around, striding away fast. Without sparing the girls one more glance, I followed in suit behind her.
• Arriving at the poolside, she suddenly stopped walking and as if sensing I was right behind her, she spun around and sent a hard slap in my face, taking me aback, “You jerk! You couldn't even say a word back there, am I really a slut to you?” her voice quivered fiercely. My head was turned to the other side, and it took me several seconds before I was able to talk, “You're not my wife either” I told her seriously, looking back into her eyes which were already swimming in tears. Grabbing my collar tightly, “But I'm the mother of your child, aren't I?” her tone was full of aggressiveness as she peered into my face. “You swore that no other woman could ever replace me in your heart” she put in, almost yelling. Smiling bitterly, “Both the person who made the promise and who he made it to are no longer alive,” I said dryly, and her face dropped at once. I intended to remove her hands that were clasping my clothes, but she had held the back of my neck, dipped my head forward, and sealed my lips in a kiss. Her kiss set off a riot of reaction and emotion inside me. She made me feel alive and out of control. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her tightly into my chest as though she was going to run away, drowning into the kiss and ravishing her