<h4>Chapter 43: After a Week</h4>


    An awkward silence hung over the table as they started eating. All the while, Rain’s mind raced as she tried her best to assess the situation she was in.


    Surely, Alexander would bring up the topic of Twilight and the Gentleman’s Club. However, she still needed him to show up tomorrow night, and it was a gamble she was willing to take. It was obviously only a matter of time before he connected all the dots, yet in the end, she decided to continue denying her identity as Twilight anyway.


    Breaking the awkward silence, Rain turned to Tyron and asked, "Do you also live here?"


    "Oh yes," Tyron replied with a grin. "I stay in the apartment just below this penthouse."


    "Aren’t you a hands-on assistant," she teased.


    "You could say that absolutely!" he boasted. "I’m like the boss’s sidekick. And thanks to you, I get to eat the breakfast he prepared! Usually, I’m the one cooking our meals!" he added with a grin.


    Rain simply raised a brow at the man’s pride. She could see how close the bond was between the two despite their different personalities.


    "Just eat, Tyron. And stop bbering nonsense," Alexander interjected, his tone firm.


    Rain quickly shifted her gaze to her te, focusing on eating in silence. Once they finished, Tyron offered to do the dishes, and Alexander gestured for Rain to follow him to the living area. Sitting down, he motioned for her to sit across from him. Of course, sheplied, even as her mind swirled with thoughts of what Alexander might bring up first—their divorce, or Twilight.


    "I believe you owe me an exnation," he began, crossing his arms together as he stared at her.


    "Oh, that... Right," Rain stammered. "I’m sorry I couldn’t meet you that night like I said. Something came up, and—"


    "Are you still going to deny that you’re Twilight?" Alexander cut her off, his voice tinged with annoyance.


    Rain blinked at him, feigning innocence. "Twilight? What are you talking about?"


    Alexander’s expression darkened, and Rain felt a wave of intimidation wash over her. Suddenly, she hesitated in her decision to deny things to him.


    "Seriously?" he sighed, his tone heavy as his eyes pierced into hers.


    "I told you to give me a week if we’re going to talk about our marriage and divorce. Can’t you wait until then?" she suddenly interjected, shifting the conversation away from what was clearly a brewing disaster. "I’m in a veryplicated and sensitive situation right now, but I promise to give you the exnation you require after a week."


    She then stood up and offered a nervous smile. "I’ll be going ahead now. I’ll see you after a week. Also, no need to drop me off. I can take a cab and pick up my car from the hotel." She then gave him a slight bow and added, "Thank you for your help so far. I’ll make it up to you in the future!"


    Without another word, Rain quickly turned around and almost ran to the door, inwardly cursing herself as she smashed the elevator button. She knew she could’ve just confessed everything to Alexander then and there, but there was no guarantee he would go along with her ns.


    If she confirmed her identity to him, there was a strong chance he’d lose interest in Twilight and never return to the club. She was banking on his current anxiety driving him to see her again tomorrow night. It was a calcted risk, and she could only hope it would pay off.


    ***


    "Ah, that woman!"


    Alexander hissed at the door that just closed behind Rain. It was infuriating enough that he found himself massaging his temples. To think that she practically fled from him like this...


    "Boss, can’t you wait a week? Days pass by quickly anyway," Tyron asked, seemingly trying to lighten the mood. "I’m sure Mrs. Lancaster will exin everything to you eventually."


    Alexander shot him a sharp look. "I’ll deduct your eavesdropping from your bonus!"


    "Boss! I didn’t eavesdrop," Tyron quickly defended himself. "I just finished washing the dishes, and it’s only natural that I approached you two after."


    Alexander ignored his defense. Instead, he grabbed his mobile phone and dialed his father’s number. The line barely rang for a second before Rock answered with his usual cheerfulness.


    "Son! You finally missed your Dad!"


    "Are you going out today? I’lle and see you," Alexander informed him.


    Rock’s voice took on a more serious note. "Hmm... I do have an appointment with a very fine youngdy this afternoon. Remember the winepany your mom loved? I’ll be escorting mywyer there to assess the situation."


    Alexander’s brows furrowed, the mention of his mother’s winepany catching his attention. "The Sinir Winery? Is something wrong?"


    "Just some legal matters to handle, nothing too rming," Rock smoothly replied. "It would be good to have you there, however. You know how much your mother cared about that ce."


    Alexander hesitated, his mind racing with the implications. "Fine. I’ll meet you there this afternoon."


    As he ended the call, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this meeting than his father was letting on. His father’s cryptic tone, along with the sudden mention of the winepany made him uneasy.


    "A very fine youngdy?" Alexander muttered with a frown.


    His father knew he was already married, so there was no way this was another blind date. What was his father up to now?


    "Boss, are we leaving now?"


    Tyron’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Cancel any appointments I have this afternoon onwards," Alexander firmly instructed. "We’re going to the Sinir Winery Estates to meet my father."


    His assistant raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Have you decided to ask him for help regarding the mystery behind Mrs. Lancaster and Diana Jones then? I have a feeling there’s a valid reason why she’s dodging you on this topic," he wondered aloud. "Again, she promised to exin things, right?"


    Alexander let out a deep sigh, frustration gnawing at him. The idea of waiting a whole week for answers was testing his patience. "I can’t believe I’ve involved myself with such aplicated woman," he muttered before standing up to leave.


    Tyron, ever the optimist, grinned. "But you have to admit, it’s more exciting nowpared to your boring life before. It was all routine back then."


    Alexander huffed before a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "Right, deducting your bonus is definitely exciting."


    "Boss!" Tyron protested, but Alexander was already heading out.