Chapter 121 I'll Go When I've Sobered up
His warm breath was uncomfortably close to her cheek, making it difficult for Ava to breathe. She blushed, turning her head to avoid his exhalation, her heart pounding. "Do you even know what you're saying?"
He must be drunk.
Alexander’s breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, brushed her face – he was indeed inebriated, albeit a lucid kind of inebriation.
"I am perfectly aware of what I’m saying. The real question is, do you understand what you’re saying? I can sense your jealousy."
He chuckled softly, regarding her with the fondness one might reserve for a child.
"Jealous? Me?" Ava pushed against his chest with some force. "Release me. I am not jealous. Help her change,, I couldn't care less."
After all, she was on the brink of divorcing this man.
"If it doesn't concern you, why did you mention it? Parroting her words and now denying your jealousy?"
"I simply don't understand what you're up to.. You were so eager for divorce, and now you're squandering time at Isabella’s place without even revealing the truth to her." Ava's argument was logical.
He studied her intently, falling silent for a moment. "I just don't want to disappoint her. What if something unforeseen occurs?"
"Yes, things do happen. Your company encounters a setback, then you're off to the hospital keeping Isabella company, causing further delays. I understand that you can't control the business aspect, but Isabella? Surely someone else could have stayed with her. Was it truly necessary for you to rush over there? If you'd arrived earlier, we might already have the documents in our possession."
She simply couldn't comprehend Alexander's actions, dashing off to Isabella's side at such a pivotal moment.
Suddenly, Alexander chuckled, his large hand cupping his chin, he nonchalantly remarked, "Don't fret. The divorce is in progress. It won't consume too much of your time."
Once again, he insinuated that she was the impatient one. Why couldn't he see that the impatience wasn't emanating from her?
Ava didn't bother to clarify. She suddenly crouched down and slipped out from his embrace.
He was left with empty arms, hands bracing against a cold wall. He sighed, let his hands drop, and stumbled into the bathroom.
Back in the dining room, Scarlett inquired, "Ava, is there something going on between you and Alex?"
She seemed to sense a subtle tension in the air between them.
Ava took a seat nonchalantly and replied, "There's nothing amiss between Alex and me, Grandma. Why do you ask?"
The elderly woman recalled the words Alexander had uttered after Ava's departure, and seeing Ava's dismissive expression, she chuckled, "Oh, it's nothing. Just remember, if Alex ever mistreats you or something seems off, you inform me, alright?"
"Don't worry, Grandma. Alex treats me exceptionally well."
Scarlett simply nodded and dropped the subject.
Before long, Alexander returned, taking a seat beside Ava, and the trio shared a meal filled with conversation and laughter.
Ava did her best to keep her grandmother in high spirits, while Alexander remained mostly silent, steadily consuming a bottle of red wine.
After lunch, the effects of the alcohol became apparent, and Alexander turned tipsy.
Ava had no choice but to guide him to the guest room and lay him down on the bed.
Alexander lifted his hand to his forehead, his gaze blurry and unfocused.
"Look at you, why did you have to drink so excessively? How are you going to sneak off and retrieve the documents now?" Ava whispered near his ear, careful not to be overheard.
"I'll go once I've sobered up," he responded nonchalantly.
