Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1102 So-Called Turnaround

Thinking about this, she couldn't help but imagine that Bert might have feelings for her too, right? Otherwise, why

would he do such things with her? Deep down, he must have some feelings for her.

Perhaps her intense gaze was too penetrating, as the man who had his back turned suddenly moved slightly. He

turned over and laid flat on his back, took a deep breath, and exhaled. His eyelashes trembled before he opened

his eyes.

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Alivia held her breath, silently watching him glance around at the ceiling, and then his gaze met hers, revealing a

hint of shock.

His expression seemed to say, "Why are you here?"

His reaction gave Alivia an ominous feeling. Their eyes met, and even though they were so close, the emotions in

his eyes seemed distant.

Surprise, seriousness, and indiscernible gloom. Various emotions swirled in his eyes, but the warmth Alivia hoped to

see was conspicuously absent.

His current expression resembled that of a scumbag in a TV drama who turned hostile and denied everything after

the fact. Despite that, she still clung to a glimmer of hope and tremulously called out to him, "Are you awake?"

A soft and delicate voice rang in his ears as if pressing a certain button, making everything at that moment become

vivid and real.

With his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, Bert suddenly sat up from the bed. The white sheet covering him slid

down to his abdomen, exposing his strong and naked body and the scattered clothing on the floor, bearing witness

to what happened last night. He tried to recall, but his head started to ache, and only fragmented memories

flashed through his mind.

He remembered his feverish body and the burning sensation. Soaking himself in the cold water of the bathtub was

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futile; it felt like lying on a red-hot iron straight out of a fire. Along with those memories, there was a soft body that

had collided with his arms.

The wine he drank last night must have been tampered with, leaving him devoid of reason. Was it really her?

His sexy thin lips were tightly pursed, his handsome features obscured by a layer of hostility, and even his jaw was

tense. He pushed aside the sheets and walked out naked. Alivia averted her gaze in panic, only hearing a rustling

sound. When she raised her eyes again, he had already dressed hastily.

His meaning was clear without words.

Alivia's gaze sank, her hands clenched the bed sheet over her chest, and the blush on her face gradually gave way

to paleness. She could hardly find her voice and struggled to ask, "Bert, what is this supposed to mean?"