Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 144

Alexander’s POV.

The evening air was crisp and inviting as I sat across from Sebastian at the most exclusive diner in the city. The elite crowd hummed quietly around us, soft jazz playing in the background The faint clink of glasses and cutlery filled the space, but my attention was entirely on my younger brother.

We were dressed for the occasion, Sebastian in a tailored charcoal suit and me in navy blue. I swirled my wine glass, the deep red liquid catching the dim, golden light.

“You’re quiet tonight,” I said, leaning back in

my chair.

Sebastian shrugged, sipping his own glass of Bordeaux. “Just taking it all in. This place screams you, though.”

I chuckled. “And you hate it.”

“Not hate. More like… I’d never step foot in here on my own,” he replied, smirking.

Before I could respond, the sound of heels clicking on the polished floor made me glance toward the entrance. And there she was. Christiana.

Time seemed to slow as she walked in, her figure graced by a sleek, emerald–green gown that hugged her curves and flowed like liquid silk to the floor. Her hair was swept to one side, soft curls framing her flawless face. The neckline of her dress dipped just enough to be elegant yet tantalizing, and the slit up one side revealed a hint of her toned leg with every step.

Sebastian turned to see what–or rather, who–had stolen my attention. His jaw slackened, his eyes widening slightly as they took her in.

“Wow,” he murmured under his breath, his usual composed demeanor momentarily shattered.

Pride swelled in my chest. I couldn’t help but smirk. Of course, he was stunned. Christiana had that effect on everyone, it felt different watching my brother, of all people, try to collect himself.

As she approached our table, her radiant smile grew, lighting up the entire room–or at least, my world.

“Evening, gentlemen,” she greeted warmly.

Sebastian and I stood as she reached us. I leaned in to hug her, inhaling the subtle floral scent of her perfume. “You look stunning as always,” I whispered in her ear, pulling back just enough to press a kiss to her cheek. My hand lingered on her waist. “I can’t wait to take this dress off you.”

Christiana laughed softly, her cheeks faintly pink. She playfully swatted my arm. “Not tonight, Alex.”

“We’ll see,” I teased, earning a laugh that sent a ripple of warmth through me.

Turning, I gestured to Sebastian. “Christiana, meet my brother, Sebastian. Sebastian, this is Christiana.”

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Her smile softened, and to my surprise, she pulled him into a hug. “It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, Sebastian. Alex has told me so much about you.”

Sebastian stiffened for a second, clearly caught off guard, before he relaxed and hugged her back, a shy grin spreading across his face. “It’s nice to meet you too. In person, that is. I’ve seen your pictures, but… wow.”

Nbarked a laugh, clapping him on the back as Christiana pulled away, her cheeks coloring again. “Careful, Seb. You’re making me look bad.”

Sebastian looked at me, then back at her, shaking his head with a sheepish smile. “Now I get why he can’t stop talking about

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Christiana’s laughter was like music. “You’re too kind. But really, it’s lovely to meet you.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

We all sat back down, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Christiana’s attention shifted to Sebastian. “So, what do think of the city so far?”

“It’s overwhelming,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair. “But in a good way. And Alex has been showing me around, which helps.”

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“That’s good,” Christiana said. “Oh, the kids wanted me to say hi. Ethan said to remind you to bring back that toy car he left in your office.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “That kid’s memory is better than mine.”

Sebastian’s face lit up. “How are they? Ethan and Emma, right?”

“Yes,” Christiana replied, her face softening. “They’re doing great Ethan’s still obsessed with cars, and Emma… well, she’s been into drawing lately. She keeps making pictures for Alex to put in his office.”

“She’s a natural artist,” I added, smiling. “Not that I’m biased or anything.”

Sebastian laughed. “I’ll have to meet them sometime. They sound like a handful, though.”

Christiana nodded, her eyes sparkling. “They are. But they’re worth every second of it.”

The conversation continued, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I watched Christiana and Sebastian interact. She had this way of making everyone feel at ease, even my often–guarded brother.

Sebastian leaned back, glancing between us with a grin. “I have to say, Alex, you’ve outdone yourself. She’s incredible.”

I smirked, raising my glass. “I know.”

Christiana rolled her eyes but smiled, reaching for her own glass. “And here I thought you were bringing me here to flatter me.”

“Always,” I said, locking eyes with her.

As the evening went on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment, here with Christiana and Sebastian, was the closest I’d felt to contentment in years. She was my world, and tonight, she shone brighter than ever.

The conversation flowed smoothly as the waiter approached with the first course. Christiana, as always, had a way of making people feel at ease, even someone as reserved as Sebastian.

“I heard from Alex that you once pretended to be a chef just to impress a girl,” Christiana said, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned slightly toward Sebastian.

Sebastian’s ears turned a deep shade of red. “I was young, okay? And it wasn’t just to impress her…I really thought I could pull it off.”

“And did you?” she asked, her laughter light and contagious.

He shook his head, grinning despite himself. “Not at all. I almost burned her kitchen down.”

Christiana laughed so hard she had to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “That poor girl! But you know, you should have told her the truth. Honesty goes a long way.”

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“Lesson learned,” Sebastian–said, raising his wine glass in mock surrender.

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The waiter returned with our meals, setting down each plate with precision. I glanced at the spread, satisfied with the presentation: seared scallops resting on a golden bed of saffron risotto, accented with a delicate truffle foam. Christiana’s plate held a perfectly roasted rack of lamb, garnished with a rosemary sprig and honey–glazed baby carrots. Sebastian had opted for Wagyu steak, marbled and cooked to perfection, served with garlic mashed potatoes and a drizzle of red wine jus.

Christiana picked up her fork, admiring the arrangement. “This looks almost too good to eat.”

“Almost,” I said with a smirk, slicing into one of my scallops. “But I’m not about to let this masterpiece go to waste.”

Sebastian chuckled as he cut into his steak. “Alright, I’ll admit…this is worth the overpriced menu.”

Christiana raised an eyebrow at him, her lips curving into a smirk. “Don’t let Alex hear you say that. He’ll start thinking you have expensive taste.”

“Start thinking?” I quipped, giving Sebastian a sideways glance. “Seb’s always had an expensive taste. He just tries to hide it.”

We all laughed, and the ease in the air was evident. Christiana took the lead in conversation, sharing stories about Ethan and Emma’s antics. She described Ethan’s obsession with dismantling toy cars, his fascination with the mechanics making Sebastian grin. Then she moved on to Emma, recounting how our daughter had painted a family portrait that accidentally made me look like a giraffe.

“She said it was my long neck,” I added dryly, earning another round of laughter.

As we polished off our meals, Christiana pushed her chair back and stood, her emerald gown shimmering under the ambient light. “I’ll be right back,” she said, brushing her hand lightly over my shoulder as she turned to leave.

I watched her walk away, the sway of her dress hypnotizing. My gaze lingered for a moment before I turned back to Sebastian, who had leaned closer, his expression unusually thoughtful.

“You know,” he began, his voice low, “if I ever met a woman like Christiana, I’d be head over heels. She’s… different. The kind of woman you’d want to change your ways for.”

I smirked, leaning back in my chair. “I can’t argue with that. But don’t admire her too much, Seb. She’s my woman and the mother of my children.”

Sebastian laughed, a rare sound but genuine. “Relax, Alex. I’m just saying–you’ve got something special there. Hold on to it.”

“I plan to,” I said, my voice steady, leaving no room for doubt.

The air between us felt lighter, and we sipped our wine in comfortable silence, waiting for Christiana to return. But then the atmosphere shifted.

I sensed her presence before I saw her…Madam Margaret Alistair, my mother. She was a powerful figure, dressed in a sleek black dress and pearls that screamed wealth and authority. She stormed toward our table, her expression etched with fury.

“Alexander,” she said sharply, her voice slicing through the soft hum of the restaurant.

I set my

wine glass down slowly, my jaw tightening as I met her gaze. “Mother,” I said evenly, keeping my tone as cold as her glare.