Chapter 47: I Can't Do This Again
(Reagan’s POV)
I should have suggested coffee instead of lunch, what had I been thinking? But actually, the real question that I should be asking is what the hell was he doing here? I mean how the hell had he been able to find me? The only person that knew where I was was Blake so he must have gone to her. But Blake had made it abundantly clear that Alexander was not her favorite person right now. So she wouldn’t have given up where I was very easy.
Still, I guess it didn’t matter how he had found me because he had. He was here right now, sitting in front of me. I knew that the server needed to hurry up with our food because I didn’t know how much longer I could awkwardly stare down at the table.
“How have you been?” Alexander asked.
For some reason, his question pissed me off. Why was he acting so nonchalant? Like he hadn’t left me while I was in a coma. As if he wasn’t planning to marry Victoria and he hadn’t said that he wanted to divorce me.