Chapter 262 Seizing the Chance for Reconciliation
That was unmistakably Ava Anderson's voice.
How could this be?
It was so late; why was she with Alex? And helping him run a bath?
Could the two of them...
Isabella's lips trembled. They were divorced; why were they together again?
Their being together so late clearly meant up to no good!
No wonder Alex hadn't visited her these past days; he was with Ava Anderson.
How could Alex deceive her? And to say he's been working!
It was just like when Alex was with her, he would brush off Ava saying he had work to do.
Back then, Isabella reveled in the fact that she was the one Alex was with, but now, she never imagined that she would experience what Ava went through!
Isabella took a deep breath, pretending not to have heard. She absolutely couldn't panic.
Alexander realized that Isabella might have heard the noise from the bathroom.
Without avoiding the topic, he directly said, "Isabella, I'm now with..."
"Alex, I'm just worried about your health. Since that's the case, you go ahead with what you're doing. My head is spinning; I need to sleep."
Alexander Mitchell furrowed his brow slightly.
Had Isabella actually heard Ava Anderson’s voice?
Regardless of whether she had or hadn’t, since Isabella didn’t want to talk about it now, he didn’t press the issue and just hummed in acknowledgment, “Okay, you rest then.”
The phone had barely disconnected when Ava Anderson emerged from the bathroom. She had seen Alexander put down his phone, and it seemed like he had been on a call.
Standing at the bathroom door, Ava asked indifferently, “Was that Isabella Harrington calling you?”
He nodded, “Yes.”
“Are you going to be with her?”
In the past, whenever Isabella Harrington called him, he would definitely go to her!
Ava had grown accustomed to it. Now that she and Alexander were divorced, it didn’t matter to her if he went to see Isabella. If anything, she could just drive away to her own rented apartment and enjoy some peace.
Ava was already prepared to leave when Alexander said lightly, “No, I’m not going. I’ve got injuries too. I need to heal.”
Ava’s mouth quirked, “I thought such minor injuries wouldn’t stop you from seeing Isabella Harrington.”
Minor injuries.
Hearing those words, Alexander’s frown deepened.
“Yeah, minor injuries. The water pressure from grandma’s showerhead is stronger.”
Frustrated like a petulant child, Alexander turned his head away.
Ava suggested helplessly, “Alright, let’s not argue. If you’re not going, go take a shower and go to bed.”
Whether he went or not didn’t make a difference to Ava anymore.
She had learned to be unbothered.
They were divorced now, and she was tired of getting angry.
Alexander turned back to see that Ava's face lacked any significant expression, and most importantly, she wasn’t angry.
Had she truly gotten used to it, or did she simply no longer care about him?
Suddenly, Alexander remembered a previous incident when he had received a call from Isabella in the middle of the night, rushing off to her.
Before that, he had promised Ava he wouldn't continue his old ways, but he had broken his word.
Ava had been heartbroken, desperately trying to stop him from leaving, but he still left her, coldly and cruelly.
Back then, he had thought that Ava wasn't in any trouble, but Isabella was in a real crisis, so it was clear to him who was more important at the time.
Looking back, he felt like a real jerk.
Nowadays, as Isabella called him and Ava didn't matter anymore—they were divorced—he had to face this fact. Yet ridiculously, he still wanted to cling to something, perhaps trying to salvage something that was lost.
