Chapter 213 Running Out of Patience
"There is an abundance of knowledge you could still glean from me. Inform Ava that I await her downstairs. I am not a man known for his patience, and I have no qualms about causing a scene."
Without allowing for a response, Alexander terminated the call.
A surge of frustration coursed through William, causing him to grit his teeth as his eyes took on a stormy intensity.
'Alexander must have lost his mind!' He thought, incredulous.
With Alexander's arrival, he could no longer keep Ava in the dark. She deserved to know the truth.
The last thing Ava needed was another layer of deceit, especially after the profound lies Alexander had fed her.
...
Ava's peaceful slumber was abruptly disrupted by the news of Alexander's unexpected arrival. She sat up with a start.
Upon opening her door, she was met with the sight of William.
"Ava, stay in your room. I'll go downstairs and deal with him," he said.
Informing Ava of Alexander's presence did not mean he intended to let her confront him.
Ava clutched the hem of her nightgown, her heart aching at the mere mention of Alexander's name. She had no desire to see him.
She hadn't anticipated Alexander's late-night visit.
'Has he lost his mind? Our divorce is getting finalized tomorrow. Why is he here?' Ava pondered.
William, aware of Ava's reluctance to see Alexander, descended the stairs with the intention of dismissing him.
If Alexander chose to resist and cause a scene, William was more than ready. His fists were itching for a fight. One word from Ava, and he would abandon all caution and give Alexander a beating he wouldn't soon forget.
Before William could reach the front door, Ava rushed after him.
"William," she called.
He turned to face her, "Ava, why are you coming downstairs? Return to your room. I'll handle this."
"No, I should be the one to deal with him. This is a matter between Alexander and me. I don't want to involve you."
"Ava, it's no trouble at all. Don't worry, I'll make sure..."
"William," Ava interrupted, "if you regard me as a friend, please respect my wishes. Return inside. I'll handle Alexander."
Ava knew that if William confronted Alexander, it would inevitably lead to a physical altercation. After considering her options, she decided to face Alexander herself.
She couldn't evade him until the divorce was finalized.
A sense of urgency filled Ava's eyes, her tear-filled gaze threatening to overflow. She wasn't crying, but her eyes held a watery vulnerability that was heartbreakingly poignant.
William released a heavy sigh and nodded, "Alright, but if anything feels wrong, call for me immediately."
Ava hummed in agreement and gently urged William, "Please, go inside."
William stepped back, lingering at the front door, but he did not enter.
Ava proceeded towards the main entrance.
Outside the iron gate, a sleek black sports car was parked. Alexander emerged, his imposing figure radiating a cold, intimidating aura in the night.
He approached Ava, and from behind the gate, he commanded icily, "Open the gate."
"What are you doing here?" Ava asked, striving to maintain her composure.
"I'm taking you home." Alexander's face was shrouded in shadows, his brows furrowed in a dark, impenetrable expression.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to go back. It's inappropriate for you to be here at this hour. Please, return alone," Ava responded, her voice laced with as much polite restraint as she could muster.
