Chapter 57 Battle of the Gazes
Just then, Ava saw Amelia peeking her head through the doorway, giving her a significant look.
Ava immediately understood that Amelia must have helped her out, keeping Alexander in the dark about her near miscarriage. She felt a wave of relief. Thank goodness Amelia was there.
"Why aren't you talking? You have the strength to eat the apple he's feeding you, but not enough to answer my question?" Alexander balled his fists, his anger palpable. He was not only upset about her coming to the hospital alone without telling him, but also about William feeding her an apple. The flames of fury were almost visible in his deep, dark eyes.
William stood up from his chair and put down the apple in his hand, his expression icy, "Mr. Mitchell, she is your wife, not your enemy. Can you relax your harsh tone?"
"So, you know she's my wife." Alexander retorted, his voice stern, "Then what are you doing here?"
"I'm friends with Mrs. Mitchell. Isn't it normal for me to be here?"
Friends?
Upon hearing the word 'friends,' a sharp glint flashed in Alexander's eyes. He turned his gaze to Ava, "Didn't you say it was your first time meeting him at school, and now you're friends?"
William furrowed his brows slightly when he heard this. Their first meeting was actually at a restaurant where they shared a table. But considering the relationship between Alexander and Ava, William quickly understood Ava's predicament and chose not to expose the truth.
"Yes, can't we be friends? Do I need your permission to make friends? Have you ever asked for my permission before doing anything?" Ava retorted coldly.
She hit him with a barrage of questions! If this were a battle, Alexander would have been forced to retreat.
"Ava, don't use that tone with me." He was trying his best to remain rational, resisting the urge to punch William.
"I wonder what kind of attitude Mr. Mitchell expects his wife to use when speaking to him. As a husband who is oblivious to his wife's feelings to the point where she'd rather drive herself than let you take her, perhaps you should take a good look at yourself."
William's tone was calm, but his words were far from polite. He didn't fear Alexander. Regardless of Alexander's status and power, his treatment of his own wife left William with a bad impression of him.
"William." Alexander stepped closer, the two men now standing mere inches apart as a palpable tension filled the air, "Are you asking for trouble?"
"Enough!" Ava cried out in frustration and sat up from the bed, "Alexander, I'm already like this; do you want me to die?"
Upon seeing Ava's pained expression, Alexander immediately panicked.
He sat down by the bed, taking her hand in his, "Ava, I didn't mean that. You drove out late at night without telling me, and then I come here to find you two together. Shouldn't I have questions? You say you're friends, but I'm your husband!"
Ava closed her eyes in pain, trying her best to keep her emotions in check. She then looked up at William and said, "Mr. Bennett, I'm sorry. You should go back and rest."
Knowing his presence would only add to Ava's stress, William nodded in agreement. "Alright, rest well. Remember what the doctor said. Your stomach isn't well. Don't eat anything that's not suitable for you. Get rid of it."
It was clear what William was implying. Alexander furrowed his brows; a hint of discomfort crossed his heart, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Ava nodded, "I won't forget, thank you."
William was indeed very clever. Every word he uttered was careful, helping her conceal the truth.
As William picked up his coat to leave, he noticed Alexander glaring at him. So, he met his gaze before walking out the door.
