The next morning, Danielle was waiting for a taxi outside her hotel. She hadn’t slept well, tossing and turning all night. It was the morning rush hour, and finding a cab was proving difficult.
Just then, a black sedan pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing Alexander’s profile.
Danielle looked up, her heart skipping a beat. He was wearing a perfectly tailored dark gray suit, his shirt buttoned to the collar, an elegant watch peeking out from his cuff. His hair was impeccably styled. Leaning against the car, he looked every bit the cool, distinguished man she had always known—a world away from the fragile, broken person in the hospital bed last night.
It was the same face, yet it felt like she was looking at a stranger.
It took her a moment to find her voice. “What are you doing here? I told you not to come.”
Alexander got out of the car, walked over, and smoothly took the handle of her suitcase, a gesture so natural it seemed rehearsed. He looked down at her, the shadows gone from his eyes. “I wanted to see you off. So I came.”
No excuses, no elaborate explanations. Just a simple, direct statement. She was suddenly reminded of the man she had married. He had always been reserved, yet his actions often revealed a tenderness that was impossible to resist. She recalled a time she’d been working late, caught in a downpour without an umbrella. As she stood stranded under the awning of her office building, his car had appeared out of nowhere. When she asked how he knew, he had simply said he was passing by. She later found out he had driven straight to her office from the airport after an international conference, without even going home first.
A man like that was dangerously easy to fall for. He was mature and composed, capable of handling any crisis with unshakable calm. He wasn’t one for sweet words, but his actions spoke volumes.
Danielle watched him walk toward the car with her suitcase, a warmth spreading through her chest. She hurried to catch up. “You really didn’t have to. It’s easy for me to get to the airport on my own.”
“It’s no trouble,” he said, glancing at her. “Besides, I needed some fresh air.”

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