Olivia’s POV

I stood frozen, unable to move, watching Alexander run on the treadmill. He sensed someone in the room and turned, his face lighting up with surprise as he saw me. Slowing the treadmill to a stop, he hopped off and approached, his expression a mix of shock and delight.

“Olivia? Wow, I didn’t expect you here,” he said, closing the distance. My eyes couldn’t help but trace his physique—muscular arms, toned biceps, and a defined six-pack that was striking without being ...