Chapter 272 Why torture me?
Victoria sent back a kissy face, and their brief chat concluded.
Ava lifted her head from the screen to find Alexander Mitchell still staring at her.
"Seems like you're having a good time," he commented, his tone casual without anger, but on closer listen, it felt like there was a hint of double meaning.
Ava nodded, "Yeah, it's fun."
She put her phone aside, "What's up? Any objections?"
"No objections; it’s good to see you happy. It looks like William Bennett knows how to please you," he said, sounding a bit moody.
"Oh, that wasn't William Bennett," Ava clarified, "It was another friend."
"Another?" Alexander's brows furrowed immediately, "You have quite a lot of friends. One after the other, how many backup options have you gathered?"
He thought Victoria Bennett was a man.
A twinkle of mischief flashed in Ava's eyes.
Alexander really was a bad man.
She didn't correct his mistake but instead lifted the corners of her lips slightly, "Now that I'm a wealthy lady, is it strange to have a few backup options? Next time I choose someone, it'll have to be someone obedient. He'll have to do whatever I say."
Alexander's hand, resting beneath the covers, clenched into a fist, "Is that so? Who do you think is the most obedient among your backup options? Is it William Bennett or the one you just chatted with?"
Ava Anderson gently scratched her nose and said, "Well, that remains to be seen. I just got divorced and I want to have some fun for a while. There's so much beauty in the world, and I'm not going to make the same mistake of putting all my eggs in one basket again."
Alexander Mitchell's already furrowed brow darkened with an added layer of storm clouds. Was he the tree Ava was referring to?
"Marry me, and look how unhappy you seem," Alexander grumbled, his displeasure bubbling up in his expression as he spoke frankly, "I've already let go, stop being sarcastic."
"I'm not being sarcastic at all. But you, it's really weird, you asked me, and I answered you, yet you say I'm being sarcastic. I think you're just a miser."
"You..." Waves of emotion churned within Alexander, causing him an uncomfortable feeling.
He huffed in frustration, turning his body away like a child throwing a tantrum, facing down and burying his head into the pillow angrily.
Ava blinked in confusion.
Was Alexander angry now?
When had he become such a pushover?
Let him be angry, whatever. Suit yourself.
Ava settled down and pulled the covers over herself.
After a while, she turned her head and saw Alexander still with his face buried in the pillow.
Wasn't he worried about suffocating himself?
Let him be. After all, he wasn't her husband anymore and soon would be Isabella Harrington's.
Time ticked by.
She stole another glance and finally couldn't sit still.
Getting up from the couch, Ava approached Alexander's bedside. "Hey, don't sleep like that."
It wasn't safe.
...
There was no response from Alexander.
Ava frowned and gave his arm a gentle poke.
"Hey, Alex? Alexander Mitchell?"
"Alexander Mitchell, stop playing dead!"
Ava's heartbeat accelerated suddenly.
She pressed down firmly on his back.
"Ah!"
A thunderous roar shook the villa.
The butler stepped outside, silently pulling out his cell phone and dialing a number. "Hello, Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell is calling out in distress. Listen to him."
"Ava Anderson, if you want to kill me just say it, why torture me?" Alexander Mitchell's voice roared almost in pain.
