Chapter 4

The car went quiet for a moment.

Alexander turned his gaze back to the window.

His profile was sharp, his expression giving nothing away.

"Who told you I didn't remember?" he said.

My heart skipped a beat. "Henry told me three months ago—"

"And you believe everything Henry says?" His tone was indifferent, like he was mentioning something unimportant.

But a chill ran down my spine.

If Alexander really remembered it all...

Then for the past three months, he'd been taking files from me every day, stone-faced, walking right past my desk without so much as a word or a…