Chapter 120 Help You Change
"No," Ava dismissed with a light, airy laugh, her smile soft and unassuming. "I was merely observing Alex's fervent consumption of alcohol. Given my own inability to handle liquor, it made me feel a touch queasy. I didn't want you to inform the others; it would only serve to distress Grandma."
"Very well, Mrs. Mitchell, your secret is safe with me. But are you certain you're alright?"
"I assure you, I'm perfectly fine. I feel much improved after my bout of nausea. It's all due to Alex's excessive drinking—it's as if I can feel the intoxication just by watching him."
"Understood, Mrs. Mitchell."
With that, the housemaid departed from the bathroom, disappearing down the hallway to the left.
Ava, meanwhile, turned to the right. However, after only a few steps, she was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a tall figure looming behind her.
"Alex, what are you doing here?" she inquired, a hint of apprehension lacing her voice.
Alexander approached her with a confident stride, the faint aroma of red wine clinging to him. "Did you throw up?"
Ava's eyes flickered away. He had overheard her conversation. She needed to regain control of the situation.
"Yes, well, it's entirely your fault for drinking so heavily. I attempted to dissuade you, but to no avail. Merely the smell of alcohol is enough to upset my stomach."
Alexander halted in front of her, his hands suddenly gripping her shoulders and pinning her against the wall. "Ava, you do understand that we can't have children, don't you?"
A chill ran through Ava as she looked up at him, confusion etched on her face. "Why bring that up out of nowhere?"
"No particular reason, just a reminder. I've noticed your stomach's not strong—my braking makes you nauseous, my drinking does the same. Tomorrow, or perhaps the day after, I'll take you to a different hospital to get checked out and see what's really going on."
His gaze was intense, as if he was attempting to decipher some hidden message on Ava's face.
Her heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't help but worry that Alexander was beginning to suspect her.
"Alexander, don't forget the reason for our presence here today. By tomorrow or the day after, we'll likely be divorced. My health concerns are mine to deal with, and you have no right to interfere."
At the mention of divorce, Alexander's brow furrowed, his handsome features clouded with the effects of alcohol. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, "We aren't divorced yet, am I not allowed to show some concern? Or is it that you're feeling guilty? Are you hiding something from me?"
Despite his inebriation, Alexander's mind remained sharp. He was more candid than usual—both in his conversation with his grandmother at dinner and now in his exchange with Ava, expressing thoughts he would not typically voice.
"What could I possibly be hiding from you?" Ava retorted, her frown betraying her annoyance. "I simply can't decipher your intentions. You were the one who wanted a divorce for Isabella’s sake, yet today you seem to lack any sense of urgency. You told me you were heading to the office, but the next thing I know, you're with Isabella, helping her change clothes!”
Her voice wavered as she mentioned the last part, "How am I supposed to perceive you? What on earth are you thinking?"
"Did you actually witness me helping her dress?" Alexander's expression was marred with irritation, a hint of hurt evident in his voice.
"I heard it with my own ears! 'Alex, I accidentally spilled water on myself, can you help me change my clothes?'" Ava mimicked Isabella's flirtatious tone with such accuracy, her eyes even adopted an innocent look, but as soon as she finished, she dropped the coy act.
Alexander squinted slightly, his hands gently cradling her ears, his tall frame enveloping her. "Are you jealous?" A mischievous smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Then allow me to help you change as well.”
