Chapter 287 - Tangled Mess
"Too old to be ticklish," Alexander muttered under his breath. "It's not like we've never touched before."
Which part of her hadn't he touched?
Now that they were divorced, she refused his touch, acting petty.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Alexander found it ridiculous.
They were divorced. Of course, she had the right to refuse him.
He was the one being petty.
He got up from the bedside and suggested, "Go freshen up. Breakfast is ready in the kitchen."
He had asked the kitchen to prepare it in advance, worried that she'd wake up hungry.
Ava didn't say much else. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror.
She stared at her reflection, her mind foggy, the scenes from her nightmare replaying in her head.
After washing up, Ava emerged from the bathroom to find Alexander had disappeared.
She picked up her phone and texted William Bennett, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
In truth, she wanted to ask if he was alright, but it seemed a bit over the top to inquire about his well-being just because of a bad dream.
But after waiting a long time, there was no reply from William.
Perhaps he was still resting, or maybe he was busy with something else.
Ava put her phone back in her pocket and went downstairs to the dining room, where she found Alexander sitting.
Ava Anderson suddenly lost her appetite as thoughts of William Bennett plagued her mind, but she sat down nonetheless.
There was a hearty breakfast spread out on the table.
"Why did you make so much?" she asked.
"I thought you said you were hungry. Eat up," Alexander Mitchell said, adding a couple of eggs to her plate.
"I'll just have some porridge," Ava replied.
She took a bowl of porridge and started to eat spoonful by spoonful, but her mind seemed elsewhere, preoccupied with some matter.
"What's wrong?" Alexander Mitchell noticed her distraction.
Ava shook her head, "I'm fine, let's just eat."
After they finished their quiet breakfast, Ava tended to Alexander Mitchell's wounds, which seemed to be healing better than the day before.
"Alex, maybe you should rest. I think I’ll go now; you don’t really need me to look after you."
Yesterday, her concern had gotten the best of her, but now, on reflection, it didn't seem necessary. There were plenty of people to care for him. What was she worrying about?
Besides, she had ended up sleeping in the same bed with him again last night. Continuing like this would only grow more absurd. If they were divorced, they should act like it.
"You don't want to stay with me?" Alexander Mitchell's voice was hoarse.
"We're already divorced; it's better to keep some distance. Let’s not talk about last night; it could lead to misunderstandings," Ava spoke calmly.
"What misunderstanding could there be? We shared a bed – do you think there’s room for misunderstanding there?" Alexander Mitchell replied, clearly unhappy.
He thought she should want to be close to him; otherwise, she wouldn’t have spent the night with him.
Ava sighed gently, "Alex, now that we are divorced, I can tell you clearly that you should focus your energy on Isabella Harrington. You'll find happiness when your heart is set on one woman, instead of splitting your attention and making everyone miserable."
She smiled slightly, her face free of anger or sadness—she appeared to have accepted the reality.
Alexander Mitchell frowned slightly, a trace of sadness on his face.
"Regardless, thank you for what you said to Grandma, even though it got you in trouble. I'll leave now, and I'll come by if there's an emergency. But if it's not urgent, I think we should keep up appearances as a divorced couple, to avoid any further confusion."
