Chapter 263 A Forest
Even if it was a bit of delusion.
He didn't know what had gotten into him.
Was it a man's inherent flaws or a subtle change deep within?
Maybe he was just being pathetic.
When Ava had implored him not to leave, making a scene, he thought she was being unreasonable.
Now that Ava had let go, he felt an emptiness.
Wasn't that just being self-indulgent?
"What's wrong?" Ava Anderson asked as she noticed him spacing out. "Is there a problem?"
Alexander Mitchell shook his head, "It's nothing, I'm going to take a shower."
He took his phone and, right in front of Ava Anderson, he turned it off.
Ava Anderson was puzzled by Alexander Mitchell's actions. They were already divorced, and even if he received a call from Isabella Harrington, it would be normal for him to run to her now.
Whatever, the world was full of inexplicable things—some just didn't make any logical sense.
Alexander Mitchell pushed himself up from the edge of the bed.
"Can you manage? Do you need my help?" Ava Anderson stepped forward to ask.
"Yes," he replied, extending his hand without any hesitation.
Ava Anderson smiled faintly, moved forward, hooked her arm through his, and helped him into the bathroom.
...
Half an hour later.
Ava Anderson was supporting Alexander Mitchell back out—he was already clad in his pajamas.
He couldn't lie down; he had to be propped up in bed.
Ava Anderson made sure he was covered with a blanket, and Alexander Mitchell, like a child, rested his chin on his hands on the pillow and turned to stare at her dumbly.
"Why are you looking at me?" Ava Anderson asked as she tucked the blanket around him.
"It's nice like this," he suddenly said.
"What?" Ava Anderson looked at him, confused, "What's nice?"
"I'm the brother; you're the sister. It's much more comfortable this way, isn't it?" he said.
Before, their relationship as husband and wife always came with guilt, one toward the other.
But now, that relationship was gone, and it seemed like everything was much simpler than before. Acting on genuine feelings was enough, there was no need for apprehension or second-guessing.
"Um..." Ava Anderson faltered, at a loss for words.
She had never really thought of him as a brother.
Still, she nodded and murmured in agreement, "Yeah, it's pretty good. I won't complain about you and Isabella Harrington anymore, and you can't control me either."
"Can't control you?" The man furrowed his brow, "You mean, you and William Bennett?"
The mention of William Bennett made Alexander Mitchell's voice turn cold.
Those three words, for him, seemed to touch a raw nerve.
Seeing his demeanor change, Ava Anderson felt a slight twist in her heart, "What now, you're going to bring him up again?"
...
Noticing the serious look on the woman's face, Alexander Mitchell's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shut his mouth, not daring to continue, afraid she would get angry.
Damn, why was he so afraid of her now?
Ava Anderson forced a smile, "Don't get hung up on William Bennett. There's a whole world of men out there, not just you two. Now that I'm divorced, and a wealthy lady, I have a whole forest waiting for me."
Ava Anderson said this, letting her gaze fall to Alexander Mitchell's face, she noted his brow creasing slightly and a look of sourness, maybe even jealousy.
Suddenly, Ava found it amusing. She let out a light sigh, feigning exasperation, "I'm so wealthy now, with so many options. I can't decide whether to go for a mature man or a young, handsome one."
Alexander Mitchell's frown deepened, gripping the pillow beneath him tighter.
Ava continued, "Or maybe I'll find a few eager young things to call me 'sister,' huh?"
