Chapter 230 A Romantic Night
"What else would you say to your husband besides this?" Alexander asked curiously.
His tone was a mix of playful reproach and a hint of marital intimacy.
He had never spoken to Elizabeth in such a tone before.
Elizabeth couldn't figure him out, so she lowered her voice slightly, saying, "Are you asking why I was at the café with Owen today?"
Alexander asked her, "Do you want to explain?"
Elizabeth replied, "No." Because even if she explained, he wouldn't listen, certainly not believing her. Six years ago, during the two months she took care of Esme, there were many misunderstandings between them.
She had tried to explain before, but he never gave her the chance.
So, she stopped explaining altogether.
Alexander said, "Then don't explain."
Elizabeth said, "Okay. Can I go to my room now?"
But Alexander picked her up.
"I don't want to." Elizabeth refused, with her hands immediately pushing against Alexander's chest. His chest was firm, like a steel plate, but her soft hands felt like clouds against it, unable to resist at all.
It felt more like an invitation.
Alexander sneered, "Who said that picking you up means I want to have sex with you? What do you take your husband for?"
Elizabeth asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
There were many things he could do while holding her.
He didn't answer her but carried her out the door, into the elevator, and all the way up to the rooftop.
Elizabeth realized for the first time that the top floor was like a sky garden, complete with a sunroom. Inside it were sofas and lounge chairs. Outside, there was a large swing.
Alexander carried her to the swing, sitting down, and placing her on his lap.
As the swing started to sway, she felt unsteady, having to lean against his chest.
Elizabeth felt like a scared child.
Alexander sneered again and suddenly wrapped an arm around her waist, making the swing go higher.
The wind whooshed around them.
Elizabeth was already afraid of heights, and swinging on the rooftop made her dizzy and scared. So she screamed.
But as soon as she screamed, Alexander silenced her with a kiss that lasted a long time.
By the end, she was breathless and weak in his arms.
Alexander lazily said to her, "It's early morning. If you scream here, do you know what the neighbors will think?"
Elizabeth didn't understand, asking naively, "What?"
Alexander whispered something in her ear.
Elizabeth said angrily, "You!"
She suddenly got angry.
Sitting on his lap, she raised her hands to pinch and scratch his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, he didn't move.
"Why aren't you ticklish?" she asked playfully.
Alexander didn't answer.
If he couldn't even control that, would he still be Alexander?
He had spent many years abroad, including over a decade in special forces, honing his steel-like willpower. Would he be afraid of Elizabeth's tickling?
But she...
Even after six years, she still appeared calm, lonely, and silent on the surface, but in reality, she was a pitiful person who had disguised herself.
Alexander sneered, suddenly standing up, and with one hand holding her, he started tickling her armpit.
Elizabeth couldn't stop laughing.
He had just warned her not to make noise at night to avoid disturbing the neighbors, so she didn't dare laugh out loud or struggle too much, only burying herself in his arms to hide.
In the end, to prevent his attacks, Elizabeth clung to his strong waist like a koala, not moving an inch.
Alexander's arms naturally tightened around her.
She then realized that today's Alexander seemed different from usual.
Was he trying to spend some quality time with her?
Was he courting her?
How could that be?
Elizabeth looked up at him in disbelief, anxious, biting her lip and asking, "Why?"
Alexander feigned ignorance, asking, "What?"
Elizabeth lowered her head, laughing self-deprecatingly and sadly, "Such a beautiful night, such a relaxed interaction, isn't the kind of life I should enjoy. Besides, you didn't ask me about Owen today. Why?"
"You didn't want to explain, did you?" Alexander said.
Elizabeth asked, "Would my explanation matter? You wouldn't believe me. You only believe what you see. Like six years ago, when you saw me push Clara at the hospital entrance, you immediately condemned me, not giving me any chance to explain. So, I know my explanations are useless, just a joke."
It seemed like she was talking to him, but also to herself.
After speaking, Elizabeth lowered her head, not looking at him again.
She had a strange thought, would he, in a fit of anger, throw her off the rooftop?
Alexander raised his hand to touch her cheek.
What she didn't know was that he hadn't planned to make her explain today. He didn't intend to ask about her and Owen, just as he had told Owen.
Six years ago, both he and Owen had missed out on Elizabeth.
However, he was more resourceful and powerful than Owen, so he could keep her by his side now.
Six years ago, from the moment she was released from prison, he had constantly misunderstood her, never giving her a chance to explain.
So, he had missed out on six years with her.
He had missed seeing Alice grow from birth to five years old.
"Your explanations are indeed useless, so you don't need to explain," Alexander said gently.
"Are you cold?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded, replying, "Yes." Of course, she was cold, having just taken a bath.
Alexander suddenly stood up, placed her on the ground, then unwrapped his bathrobe and wrapped it around her before carrying her downstairs.
He didn't take her back to her room but directly to his own bedroom. She didn't resist.
That night was peaceful; he did nothing but hold her gently all night.
She slept soundly, even not dreaming all night.
The next morning, Elizabeth was awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.
When she woke up, she found herself still resting on his arm. Alexander reached the other hand over her to answer the phone, "Hello?"
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