Chapter 136 Coming to Ask for Money for Baby Formula
Elizabeth was momentarily taken aback and blurted out, "What injury?"
Alexander was furious.
Elizabeth, this blockhead of a woman!
"Six years without sleeping together with you, yesterday was so intense that you got injured. Is it healed?" Alexander explained in detail.
Gideon, sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he said, "Alexander, you're so rough. Your girlfriend is so petite. Can't you be a bit gentler?"
Elizabeth's face turned as red as blood.
She covered her face with both hands, as if that could hide her embarrassment.
"Nowadays, a woman as introverted as you is really rare. No wonder he doesn't want to bring you out. He's afraid this environment will taint your purity. But Alexander..." Gideon, finishing speaking, glanced at Alexander.
At that moment, Alexander was adjusting something on the computer.
And on the opposite wall, a bit of a projection appeared. Alexander didn't answer Gideon's question.
Gideon continued, "Even if you're afraid the outside environment will taint her, you can't always keep her locked up at home. Let her make some friends, and she won't be upset with you."
"Why haven't you left yet!" Alexander said.
Gideon had no intention of leaving, looking at the wall and asking, "What are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the projection on the opposite wall became clear.
A little girl was walking around an office that was large, mostly filled with young people. The little girl had some playdough in her hand and approached a young man who was caught off guard, smearing the playdough on his face.
The man pretended to wail in agony.
Alice laughed so hard, sitting on the floor, "This is so fun."
"Alice! It's Alice!" Elizabeth exclaimed forgetting about her blushing and instinctively reached for the projection.
"Here!" Alexander said irritably.
Elizabeth then turned and went behind Alexander's desk, sitting in his chair without his invitation, and Alexander, standing behind her, encircled her with his arms, guiding her hand to click the mouse.
The video call connected.
"Alice," Elizabeth called out shakily, not even realizing she was in Alexander's embrace.
"Mom! Mom, where are you? How can you see me?" Alice immediately spoke to Elizabeth through the computer.
"Mom is in your dad... in Alexander's office. Tell me, where are you?" Elizabeth asked urgently.
"Mom, are you admitting that the bad guy is my dad?" Alice blinked and asked.
Elizabeth asked, "What's wrong, baby?"
Alice blinked again and then said, "Today, the bad guy brought me to his big company that is bigger than our kindergarten and the amusement park I've seen. There are a lot of men and women here. But every one of them who sees me says the same thing."
"What do they say?"
"They all say, is this little girl here to ask Mr. Windsor for child support?"
Elizabeth was silent.
Gideon on the sofa laughed, "Of course!"
Alice asked again, "Mom, does the bad guy owe me child support a lot? I asked the people here, and they said he owes a lot, several years' worth. Mom, if he owes me child support, does that mean we don't have to pay him back?"
Alice's logic was impeccable.
Elizabeth didn't know how to respond.
Alexander wouldn't acknowledge Alice; he would only see her as a disgrace, right?
Elizabeth swallowed her bitterness and smiled at Alice, "Alice, tell me where you are now. Did you have lunch? Are you scared? Do you miss me?"
Alice thought for a moment and said, "Mom, actually the bad guy is okay to me. He gave me delicious food for lunch, all my favorites. I do miss you a bit. Mom, are you coming to find me? I'm just upstairs from the bad guy. Where is this place?"
Alice turned around and asked the man who she had smeared with playdough, "Sir, where is this?"
The man immediately replied, "This is the planning department."
Alice answered, "I'm in the planning department, Mom."
Elizabeth got up to leave but was held back by Alexander from behind. He asked, "Do you want everyone in my company to be distracted?"
Elizabeth replied, "I just want to see Alice, is that not okay?"
Alexander looked at her irritably, saying, "You sit here and wait, I'll go get her!"
With that, Alexander got up, walking out. As he passed Gideon, he said, "Are you still not leaving?"
Gideon grinned, "I'm here to keep an eye on Elizabeth for you. I'm afraid she'll be scared alone."
Alexander didn't say anything and left.
In the office, only Elizabeth and Gideon were left.
Gideon, being a gentleman, sat with a commanding presence, speaking to Elizabeth kindly, "Elizabeth, I heard from Alexander that you're in architectural design?"
Elizabeth looked down, replying, "Yes."
"Do you plan to continue in that field?" Gideon asked.
What plans could Elizabeth have?
She was completely controlled by Alexander. Did she have a future?
Thinking about architectural design, she believed it was her passion and the last wish of the late Esme. But now, having no future, all she wanted was for her daughter Alice to live well.
Elizabeth found these people amusing.
On one hand, they toyed with her, and on the other, they politely called her Mrs. Windsor.
How ironic!
Elizabeth calmly lowered her eyes, not looking at Gideon.
"You're very special, but that's to be expected. The woman Alexander fancies must have something special about her." Gideon commented.
Elizabeth remained silent.
Elizabeth and Gideon awkwardly coexisted for five minutes. The office door opened, Alice came bouncing back and called out, "Mom!"
"Alice." Elizabeth exclaimed and rushed to Alice, hugging her tightly as if she hadn't seen her in a year, tears welling up, "I'm so glad you're okay."
Alexander watched all this with a blank expression, saying, "She's my hostage. Of course, I'll keep her safe! Your worry is unnecessary!"
Gideon laughed again. After laughing, he got up to leave, saying, "Tomorrow's party is big. Bring Elizabeth along."
Alexander nodded, replying, "Okay."
After Gideon left, Elizabeth, holding Alice, looked up at Alexander and asked, "Is it time for me to entertain your guests?"
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
