Chapter 213 If You Want a Second Child, Dress Comfortably

Elizabeth swallowed hard, utterly confused. They had just had sex last night, so why was he so eager again now? It was early morning, and outside, Mia was feeding Alice. If he really did anything to her in this closet, she might as well jump out the window and die!

With a sob in her voice, she pleaded with him, "Alexander, I beg you, I gave birth to your daughter. Even if you don't care about me, don't you always love Alice? If Alice hears or sees this, what will she think? At least think about yourself, won't you? The curtains are open; people outside can see."

Alexander's movements suddenly stopped.

His voice was incredibly magnetic and hoarse, "I'm not worried about the curtains. There's nothing around this building. Even if I do something to you by the window, no one will see. Besides, even if someone did see, who would dare look a second time?"

Elizabeth fell silent.

"But you're right, Alice is more important." Alexander's tone softened considerably when he mentioned Alice.

His gaze at her also softened.

He had almost lost control just now, wanting nothing more than to hold her tightly in his arms.

Elizabeth was really driving him crazy!

He lifted his wrist, starting unbuttoning her shirt again. She was so scared that she grabbed his strong wrist with both hands, pleading, "No."

"Not here, don't worry," Alexander said.

With that, he continued unbuttoning.

She didn't know what he was going to do. She was already in despair, silently praying not to disturb Alice.

Alexander slowly removed her clothes, but then going to the clothes rack and bringing back a high-neck, fully-covered sweater.

"Raise your arms," he said in a low voice.

As Elizabeth mechanically raised her arms, he gently helped her put on the sweater.

Although the sweater was high-neck and fully covered, it was form-fitting, accentuating Elizabeth's curves even more. Alexander glanced at her, frowning, and then turning to grab a very loose, mismatched thin coat from the rack.

The coat was originally a single piece, with a belt at the waist. When worn alone, the belt would make the waist look slim, with the overall style being cool and beautiful.

However, the way she was dressed now made her look odd.

But even with this outfit, it couldn't hide her perfect long legs. Alexander's eyes fell on her legs, especially the upper part, where he immediately noticed the dense kiss marks.

He frowned again, then turned to get her a pair of extremely casual, soft, loose-fitting pants.

"Wear this," Alexander said.

Elizabeth held the pants in her hand, feeling utterly helpless.

She didn't want to stand out or look beautiful, but she didn't want to look like a clown either!

Wearing this outfit, people would think she was a poor person who suddenly got rich, a country woman who came to the big city to find her wealthy husband.

Utterly ridiculous and ugly!

"I won't wear it!" she refused without hesitation.

"Fine!" Alexander replied bluntly.

Then he added, "If you want Samuel to die in a foreign land."

Elizabeth looked at Alexander with her eyes widening, saying, "Samuel? Where is Samuel now? Will you tell me where Samuel is? You..."

"He's not dead," Alexander said briefly.

He knew she had been wanting to ask about Samuel recently. Every time she was about to ask, she swallowed her words because she feared her inquiry would bring death to Samuel.

Even though she was very worried about Samuel, she never asked.

But he knew she was always thinking about Samuel.

If it were any other man besides Samuel, Alexander might have already torn him to pieces. But for six years, Elizabeth and Alice had depended on Samuel. If it weren't for Samuel's selfless rescue of them back then, Alexander would have neither a wife nor a daughter now.

So, he tolerated Elizabeth's concern for Samuel.

But Elizabeth could only care about Samuel's life and death, nothing more.

However, as soon as Elizabeth heard Samuel's name, she couldn't control herself. Tears welling up in her eyes, she asked, "I beg you, please let him come back, okay? His legs can't move. For me, for your daughter, he's already permanently disabled."

"Do you want him to die in pieces?" Alexander asked.

Elizabeth immediately shut her mouth.

She lowered her head, wiped away her tears, and obediently put on the clothes.

Then she mechanically let Alexander hold her hand and walked out. As soon as they stepped out, they saw Alice, who had just finished eating. Alice pouted to say, looking at Elizabeth, "Mom, your outfit is so ugly."

"You think your mom's outfit is ugly too?" Alexander asked.

"Of course! What kind of clothes are these? They're really ugly!" Alice said.

"You and I have the same taste. I just told your mom this outfit is really ugly, but she insisted on wearing it," Alexander lied without a hint of shame.

It was so natural, as if it were true.

Elizabeth fell silent, not knowing where she got the courage, but she suddenly raised her hand to scratch Alexander's face. She wanted to scratch that handsome face to vent her anger!

But she was too weak and short.

She was no match for him.

Before her hand could reach him, he pulled her into his arms, gently saying, "Aren't you ashamed to act coquettishly in front of Alice? Aren't you afraid Alice will laugh at you?"

Elizabeth fell silent.

"I won't laugh at my mom at all. My mom should throw tantrums at Dad. Mom belongs to Dad, and Dad belongs to Mom. I like it when you two are like this. Mom, you look beautiful in this outfit too. I like you in this outfit. My opinion is different from bad dad's," Alice said, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

Alexander realized that his biological daughter Alice, whom he had painstakingly brought back, was actually here to help him.

A very powerful helper!

Mia, who had just fed Alice, saw the warm scene of the family and couldn't help but smile, echoing Alice, "I also think Mrs. Windsor looks good in this outfit. At least it's comfortable. If Mrs. Windsor wants a second child, it's best to wear something light and comfortable."

Elizabeth fell silent, with her face turning as red as an apple.

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