Chapter 260: Quiet as a Hound
She should have stopped him, helped him back to the bed, sat beside him showing concern, gone all soft-hearted — but why was her gaze so cold?
Ava spread her hands, "Aren't you the one leaving? Why ask?"
She had already seen through his ploy; if she hadn't by now, she really would be a fool.
At first, she had taken him seriously, thinking Alexander Mitchell was pitiful, but now she realized that he was just pretending, better at playing the victim than any insincere charmer.
The two of them stood still, a distance apart, just looking at each other.
"I'm really leaving," Alexander asserted, seemingly unable to believe she wasn't stopping him. This woman had such a cold heart.
"Then go," Ava answered, resolute to the end. She sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded, slowly watching him.
Alexander clenched his jaw and, with a heavy heart, took a step towards the door, but the woman behind him didn't budge.
Finally, Alexander left the room and came to a stop in the hallway, intently listening for any sounds from the room.
However, it remained silent.
She showed no signs of chasing after him.
This heartless woman really didn't care about him!
Hmph, fine, he'd leave. What was the big deal? If this home wouldn't have him, he'd go without looking back!
Ava furrowed her brow when the outside noise ceased.
He couldn't have really left, could he?
With his injuries, how was he planning to get home? Drive himself or call a driver?
What if he stubbornly insisted on driving and got into an accident?
He was hurt, so why was she making such a big deal over his pitiful "troublesome kid" behavior?
Ava felt a twinge of annoyance and quickly got up, intending to walk outside when suddenly, a figure strode straight into the room.
Ava sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining her posture as if nothing had happened, continuing to cradle her arms.
Alexander charged forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "You just let me go without trying to stop me. What if something happened to me? Don't forget, I'm injured, and it hurts like hell!"
Alexander's face bore a look of deep grievance, almost as if he were a wronged little spouse complaining about a cheater, on the verge of tears.
Ava was speechless.
She pulled at the corner of her mouth, "Didn't you want to leave on your own?"
"When did I want to leave on my own? You clearly pushed me away."
Alexander seemed to have suffered a great injustice, breathing heavily, his chest heaving as if Ava had committed some unforgivable act.
Ava was full of questions.
When had she sent Alex away? This guy was becoming bothersome again. How old was he exactly this year?
Ava realized she was still too indulgent with this man.
His little faults were all spoiled by her.
She stood up from the bed and said, "Let me say it again—I didn't send you away. Now I'm giving you a choice. Either stay here quietly without making a fuss or walk out right now. I won't stop you. You have plenty of other places to go. Don't forget, we're divorced. I'm not your wife anymore, and I won't coddle you."
Ava's tone was like threatening a child, tender yet with a hint of coercion.
After a long ten seconds, Alexander obediently sat down next to her.
Especially docile, no longer making a fuss, quiet as a puppy.
"There, you're behaving," Ava said softly, patting his shoulder. "No more fussing, okay?"
Alexander nodded his head obediently.
