Chapter 247 Tension and Awkwardness
But sometimes, life is full of surprises, and events occur when you least expect them.
Her relationship with Alexander Mitchell was like a rollercoaster, tumultuous before their divorce, and just as erratic afterward.
She couldn't
discern if their bond was irreparably tangled or if fate decreed their entanglement.
Ava Anderson lay in his embrace, her emotions a complex web as she lifted her hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
Alexander Mitchell's
heavy breathing stabilized as he lowered his head, greedily inhaling the unique scent of the petite woman in his arms.
The familiar, comforting fragrance, once easily attained, had become a coveted luxury.
Such opportunities would not come again.
He seemed to be behaving recklessly today.
One last time.
Gradually, Alexander Mitchell released the woman in his arms.
Feeling the encircling arms slacken, Ava Anderson forced a resigned smile, started to rise, and said, "I... ah!"
She suddenly slipped and tumbled awkwardly back into his arms.
Alexander Mitchell tried to catch her, but it was too late. She fell face down, her head and everything above buried in his lap.
A flush of embarrassment painted Ava Anderson's cheeks. Her hands pressed against his legs as she hurried to lift herself off him, but whether due to overwhelming shyness or anxiety, her legs gave out. Despite several attempts to scramble up, she instead crashed her head against him heavily.
Alexander Mitchell grunted, reaching out to steady her.
If this continued, he couldn't guarantee the outcome.
His hand had just brushed her shoulder, poised to pull her up, when a voice suddenly sounded at the door, "Alex, Mom sent me to check on..."
The voice abruptly stopped.
Ava Anderson's eyes snapped open, her mind buzzing as if struck by lightning.
Both turned their heads towards the doorway.
There stood George Mitchell and his wife Mia Thompson, staring at them in bewildered astonishment.
The four exchanged awkward glances, silent and terribly still in an embarrassing calm.
Mia Thompson averted her gaze, turning her head aside, while George Mitchell also hurriedly looked away, twisting his body along with his wife.
"In broad daylight, you two really should have closed the door," he remarked.
They had walked in, seeing the door ajar, never anticipating such a scene. It was truly awkward.
The ways of the younger generation!
Beyond words!
Mia Thompson coughed and said, "Let's not disturb them anymore, we should wait outside."
After speaking, she led the way.
George Mitchell chuckled and followed his wife.
Ava Anderson quickly straightened up, calling out to their retreating figures in desperation, "You've got it all wrong, it’s not what you’re thinking."
She hurried after them, blocking their path, "It's not what it looked like, I was just..."
"What do you have in your hand?" Mia asked nervously.
Ava glanced down at the damp tissue in her hand, her eyes widening.
Mia covered her mouth, shocked, stepping back as if she had seen a biological weapon, "Really, airing your private matters like this, aren't you two being a bit too liberated?"
Seeing her in-laws' embarrassed faces, Ava felt incredibly awkward. The more agitated she became, the more she tried to explain, and the more she explained, the bigger the mess became. She struggled to find the right words.
