Chapter 19 Picking Her Up
Alexander thought, 'How could she be in my bedroom?'
A bloodthirsty glint flashed in Alexander's eyes.
The wedding with her had just ended when he was urgently called back by Marcus Windsor.
Marcus was his grandfather, ninety-six years old this year. Even though he had stepped down from his position as the head of the Windsor Group nearly forty years ago, Marcus still held a significant authority within the Windsor family.
Over a month ago, when Alexander seized control of the Windsor Group and eliminated all the hidden threats against him, Marcus had ordered him.
"Alexander, since you've removed all obstacles, don't go after the remaining family members. If you can promise me this, I will never interfere in your affairs again," Marcus said, half-forcing and half-pleading.
Alexander replied coldly, "Alright."
Two months since he took over the Windsor Group, Marcus had never interfered in his affairs.
However, today, right after his wedding with Elizabeth, without even having time to send Esme back to the hospital, Marcus urgently summoned him.
Alexander thought Marcus had heard about his marriage. But upon arriving at the Manor, he discovered that it was his second aunt's son, Owen, who was seeking Marcus's help.
"Alexander, you promised me you wouldn't go after any more family members," Marcus said as soon as he spoke.
Marcus had already witnessed how ruthless Alexander could be two months ago.
"Alexander, I really didn't know she was your lover. I saw her wearing a bunch of ragged clothes and working at the construction site. I thought she was a girl from the countryside. Please, spare me, Alexander?" Owen's legs trembled, his teeth chattered, and he stammered as he spoke.
Even with Marcus as his shield, Owen couldn't be sure Alexander wouldn't kill him on the spot.
Having evil thoughts on Alexander's lover! He was practically wishing for his death.
Alexander ruffled Owen's hair, and teased, "Owen, you should help your parents manage the company more. You're so young, yet you have so many girls around. Your body will be ruined sooner or later!"
Alexander's words were cold and stern, but Owen heard the implication of being spared.
He was so grateful he almost knelt before Alexander. He said appreciatively, "Thank you. Thank you for your mercy, Alexander."
"Alexander, what's the deal with the woman Owen mentioned?" Marcus asked with a stern face. "I don't interfere in your affairs, but you can't just bring any woman home! The woman you want to marry should at least be introduced to the family, right?"
"That woman is comforting my mother in her final days," Alexander truthfully told Marcus.
"Once your mother's affairs are settled, you need to kill that woman," Marcus said expressionlessly.
"Understood," Alexander replied briefly.
"Your grandmother hasn't seen you in over a month. Stay for a meal before you go back!" Marcus said in a tone that brooked no argument.
It was during the meal that Alexander received a text message from Elizabeth, reminding him that she was still there. He then had his assistant, Gavin, go pick her up.
He never expected Elizabeth to be in his bedroom.
His bedroom was also his living room, connected to his study and a large terrace. The living room was full of traps; if anyone entered and touched anything without permission, the first touch would be a warning.
The second touch would result in a tragic death.
Moreover, the bedroom door was set up opposite to a regular door. It was easy for a stranger to enter from the outside with a push, but impossible to exit out of the room.
What exactly was Elizabeth up to? How dare she enter his bedroom while he was away?
She constantly surprised him.
Alexander squatted in front of Elizabeth, his gaze cold and piercing.
Elizabeth was curled up in a corner, still wearing her wedding dress from earlier that day. It had to be said, the dress suited her very well. The shallow V-neck design at the front and back outlined her delicate back. Because she was so thin, the bones on her back were clearly visible.
Her short, ear-length hair made her neck appear long and delicate. Since she was half-lying on her hands, her exposed neck and back formed a beautiful curve.
The X-shaped design at the waist made her waist look even more slender. Alexander subconsciously spread his hands and estimated that even if he grabbed her waist with both hands, there would still be space left.
Elizabeth hugged her knees, her chin resting on her hands, her eyes closed, and there were tears at the corners of her eyes. She looked less composed and calm than when she was awake.
She looked more like a frightened, helpless child.
Her glistening tears, trembling eyelashes, and slightly furrowed brows all showed her fear.
This reminded Alexander of that night over a month ago when Clara beneath him showed the same body language.
Unconsciously, Alexander's Adam's apple bobbed.
Suddenly, he remembered that Elizabeth was not Clara.
She was the Elizabeth who had entered his bedroom while he was away, dancing with death.
Without hesitation, Alexander raised his large hand and gripped Elizabeth's chin tightly, forcing her to lift her head.
Elizabeth was having a nightmare.
In her nightmare, she had lost her parents, was penniless, and was being chased by a group of thugs.
"Please, let me go. Let me have the baby, find a good family to adopt him, and then you can kill me. Please," she begged desperately.
The thugs only laughed menacingly at her.
They cornered her step by step.
As Elizabeth's tears of despair fell, the leader of the thugs suddenly pushed her off a cliff.
Elizabeth woke up in pain.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Alexander's cold, sharp gaze fixed on her. "Speak! Why did you enter my room? Are you looking for death?" he probed.
He was gripping her so tightly that tears of pain fell from her eyes.
Elizabeth's eyelashes were wet with fear. "I... the bracelet your mother gave me is very valuable. I didn't feel safe leaving it in the living room, so I wanted to knock on the door of your room and return it to you. The door opened by itself after just one knock, and I..." she tried to explain.
Before falling asleep, Elizabeth knew she was doomed today.
She felt extremely sorrowful.
What had she done wrong?
She had to live under someone else's roof for eight years, take the blame for Clara, be defiled, and accidentally get pregnant.
Although it was a result of humiliation, the child was her only family. She wanted to give birth to the baby and live with it. But would God not even give her this chance?
Elizabeth looked at Alexander in despair. Her originally pitiful and helpless face suddenly turned cold and indifferent, as usual. She said helplessly, "Do as you wish."
Alexander released her chin, then bent down and dragged her up by the waist. Off balance, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Alexander's lips slowly approached hers.
Elizabeth smelled a pleasant tobacco scent. Her face instantly turned red, and she instinctively pushed him away, and said, "No."
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