Chapter 212 She Doesn't Want Other Men to See Her Beauty
Elizabeth shook her head decisively.
She was a self-aware woman who never clung to others.
Even though Alexander was teaching her to drive, taking her to get married, and sleeping with her every night.
He was very gentle with her.
They were practically husband and wife, but Elizabeth still didn't feel like his wife. Maybe she was just someone who gained his favor because of Alice, as Alexander treated her well out of pity for Alice.
Elizabeth never did anything narcissistic or unaware.
When she was young in the Guise family, Elizabeth was very deprived of food, never having any snacks or chocolates. While Clara never lacked these, she often ate them in front of Elizabeth on purpose.
Elizabeth never looked directly at Clara.
Nor did she ever beg for snacks.
She acted very indifferently, even though she felt very bitter inside.
And she still did.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, looking calm and composed, with a hint of coolness in her smile, saying "Alice goes to see your family every week. This is something you and Alice should do. I don't want to go."
She really didn't want to go, thinking Alexander wouldn't care if she went to Windsor Manor.
But unexpectedly, Alexander grabbed her arm, his tone cold and unyielding, ordering, "Go! Change your clothes, and dress Alice nicely too. You can't let Alice always appear with only her father and not her mother! The last time Alice caused trouble, defeating two women at once, which was all to defend your position! Can't you think about her for once?"
Elizabeth, this damn woman!
At that moment, Alexander almost wanted to strangle her!
He treated her well every day, teaching her to drive during the day, being intimate with her at night. During the day, she would cower in his arms, and at night she would enjoy herself and scream in his embrace. But when it came to take her back, she would refuse outright.
Did she disdain becoming a member of the Windsor family?
Did she not care about being Mrs. Windsor?
Was it because she became Alexander's wife that she could no longer chat and laugh with Robert, nor flirt with Owen?
Was it because she couldn't think about Samuel anymore?
Seeing Alexander's almost murderous expression, Elizabeth felt wronged, both aggrieved and stubborn!
How had she offended him?
She had been so obedient. What more did he want!
She hadn't asked him for anything, hadn't cried, or insisted on going to Windsor Manor. She was being considerate of him, yet he was still angry.
But on second thought, he was angry for Alice's sake, wanting Alice to have a happy family. Alexander, as a father, had done so much, what more could she say?
Elizabeth felt happy for Alice in her heart.
At least Alice would have Alexander's love and her own.
Alice wouldn't have a childhood like hers, full of hardship, living in someone else's house, being falsely accused.
Elizabeth apologized, "Sorry, I overlooked that. I'll go change now."
In the dressing room, she had a hard time deciding what to wear.
Alexander had bought her many outfits, almost all high-end or even luxury brands. But even if she dressed up to go to Windsor Manor, what was her status?
Alice's mother?
But then Elizabeth thought, Alexander wanted her to dress up, and for Alice's sake, she had to make herself look good. Going to Windsor Manor was different from working at the company; she was there to support Alice.
Elizabeth chose her favorite outfit.
A plain white turtleneck sweater with no decorations, paired with a long orange skirt. The style was simple, but the combination created a contrast of purity and prominence.
It made Elizabeth look clean, simply,e and elegant, giving her a mature woman's fiery charm.
Paired with high-heeled boots and her hair in a high bun, Elizabeth looked even taller and slimmer, especially with the white turtleneck accentuating her long neck like a beautiful swan.
The outfit was really simple, but it was also really beautiful, very beautiful.
Maybe it would look ordinary on another woman because it had no decorations.
But on Elizabeth, it showcased her elegance, her indifference, and her mature woman's charm.
When she walked out, Alexander was stunned.
His eyes showed an unprecedented intense possessiveness. At that moment, his extremely private thoughts took over his mind.
Every time Windsor Manor called him back, it was already full of guests. Even if it wasn't, at least Owen would be there.
The thought made Alexander feel like he was on fire at the idea that Owen and other men had seen the stunning Elizabeth. He wanted to tear those men to pieces!
"What's wrong?" Elizabeth, lowering her head slightly, asked softly.
"Change it!" Alexander demanded.
Elizabeth asked, "Is it not formal enough?" She knew her outfit was simple, but she really didn't like flashy clothes. Especially in Windsor Manor, a chaotic place that held memories of her being humiliated.
She didn't want to dress so ostentatiously.
But seeing Alexander's terrifying eyes and thinking about how good he was to Alice, Elizabeth gritted her teeth, going back to the dressing room to change.
This outfit had more decorations, more flashy and nobler. When Elizabeth came out, she looked like a dignified and aloof noblewoman.
She really didn't like this outfit, not because of the clothes.
It was because her status didn't match the clothes. She had a fleeting jealous thought that such clothes could only be worn by women like Clara or Elodie, who were arrogant and had powerful statuses. They could wear them boldly.
But her, would Alexander be her support?
"Change it!" Sure enough, Alexander said without hesitation.
Elizabeth said, "I said I don't want to go, but you insisted..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Alexander stepped forward, bending down, and picking her up. She reflexively pushed him away, hitting him with her fists and asking, "What are you doing! Alice will see, you..."
But no matter how she resisted, she couldn't match his strong arms. He eventually carried her to the dressing room, closed the door with his foot, and then put her down, pressing her against the wall.
"What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, so scared she couldn't speak properly. Alexander acted like a fierce wolf, having already started unbuttoning her clothes.
Elizabeth remained silent.
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