My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s)

Chapter 0528

When Candice arrived at the bar, the first thing she saw was Alex. He had his own habit, always preferring to sit in the same spot every time.

Thinking about what Shawn had said, she felt that Alex was indeed quite stubborn, almost as if he couldn't be found if he changed his seat.

She didn't know why she had come here herself. She just heard from Yana's friend that Alex was drunk at the bar, and before she knew it, she was already there.

Ever since she met Shawn that day, Candice found herself constantly thinking about a lot of messy things, most of which were related to Alex.

This was especially so after knowing that Alex had lost Aether Corporation's projects due to this case and was also being suppressed by the board of directors.

The impact he had received had exceeded his relationship with the case itself.

Since the trial had ended, apart from those gossipers who would come to inquire overtly or covertly, Candice had not been affected by anything else.

Even Helen had not appeared again.

All the malice was directed toward Alex, and she didn't know if he had done anything in this regard.

But... it shouldn't be like this.

The Alex in her impression would never sacrifice his own interests, especially since he didn't gain anything from this whole situation.

Looking at him completely shrouded in darkness, she felt a bit absent-minded.

Candice had night blindness, so in such dim environments, it was difficult to see without using a phone for illumination. Yet, she could always spot Alex at a glance.

It was out of habit.

On such occasions, she had come to pick up Alex many times before. She was so familiar with his figure and habits that she could spot him in the darkest corner at first glance.

She had reminded him many times before not to stay in places with poor lighting because she couldn't see.

Alex had never explained, but he hadn't changed either.

Now, Candice understood. It was probably his instinctual sense of security and self-preservation.

Thinking of those things in the dream, the wounds on the young Alex's body and his stubbornness, Candice's eyes flickered with deep emotions.

She walked steadily over and stopped beside Alex.

Sieg noticed her first, squinting at her with a hint of surprise. "Oh, looking for Alex?"

Candice glanced at him. Sieg said with a smile, "Candice, I underestimated you before. It turns out you're quite a high-level player, effortlessly causing a rift between the father and son of the Elysian family."

Sieg always spoke like this, and Candice couldn't be bothered to say much to him. She looked at Alex and paused. "Alex?"

He had his eyes closed, resting, with a furrowed brow, showing no signs of movement.

She waited for a while, and seeing that he really didn't respond, she gradually realized why she had come to the bar.

Candice felt regret for her impulse just now and relief that Alex was still drunk.

She took a deep breath and looked at Sieg. "Don't tell Alex that I came."

Sieg glanced casually at her, "Why not? Didn't you come here specifically to find Alex?"

She said, "I came to find a friend."

Hearing this, he sneered. "Your words don't match your actions. But I suggest you explain to him yourself whether you came to find him or not."

Sieg finished speaking and glanced behind her. "Got it?"

Candice hesitated for a moment, then followed Sieg's gaze. Alex, who had just been resting with his eyes closed, had opened his eyes.

In his deeply dark eyes, a faint glimmer appeared.

His voice was hoarse. "Why did you come?"

Candice pursed her lips, remaining silent for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Sieg jokingly spoke up, "Could it be that you feel the sentence was too light, so you came to ask Alex for more compensation? Candice, you really can't bear to suffer any losses. It's okay, feel free to ask for anything. I guarantee Alex will give it to you."

Sieg tapped his temple with his right hand's two fingers, making a salute gesture toward Candice. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Alex warned him with a glance, then stood up and said in a low voice, "Let's talk outside."

Sieg, behind him, spoke indifferently, "Candice, do you remember Justin? He's about to come back."

Alex paused his steps, and the chill emanating from him intensified instantly. His gaze toward Candice became sharper.

Candice instinctively asked, "What does Justin's return have to do with me?"

Was it worth Sieg's special reminder?

Sieg was taken aback for a moment, then smiled with some inexplicable meaning. "Justin has nothing to do with you? He used to pursue you so passionately, almost making it to the news, right? Besides, aren't you also—"

Sieg wanted to continue speaking, but seeing Alex's increasingly darkening face, he decided not to. He picked up his glass, got up, and went to see if there were any suitable prey.

After all, he had already reminded Alex, but if he insisted on hitting this southern wall, he couldn't stop him.

Suddenly hearing Justin’s name, Candice was stunned.

Justin was the first client she had encountered when she was still working under Francis.

Who could have such a good relationship with Francis? Candice didn't want to recall those things or Justin.

However, her silence was seen as something else by others.

Alex glanced at Candice, seeing her full of hesitation. In the already dark depths of his eyes, a heavy displeasure surged suddenly.

He grabbed Candice's wrist without looking, directly pressed her against the door panel, and then leaned over to overpower her.

His body, tainted with alcohol, initially only wanted to test the waters, but after sensing Candice's breath, he became somewhat uncontrollable.

At first, he held her wrist, but then he pressed her wrist against the top of her head. His other hand stroked the back of her head, forcing her to tilt her head up to face him.

Alex's kisses rained down on her, filled with possessiveness and obstinance that wished to engulf Candice directly into his bones.

Candice felt like she was suffocating. She was completely dominated by Alex's overbearing embrace, unable to make any resistance, only managing to utter some sounds with difficulty at the corner of her lips.

But even these sounds were filled with ambiguity.

Candice felt like she was about to run out of oxygen, but Alex suddenly let her go.

However, his hand remained on Candice's waist, carrying a slight scent of alcohol as he leaned his forehead against her neck.

He gripped her other hand and gently caressed her neck with his fingertip, his voice hoarse and dry. "Don't think about other men."