Chapter 35 Get Clara out
Clara sat on a round stool, looking at Alexander with admiration. Alexander had one arm draped over the back of the sofa, his long legs crossed, and a cigar flickering in his hand, giving off an aura of cold indifference.
On the coffee table between Alexander and Clara, there were several exquisite desserts.
Macarons, soufflés, chocolates, each one was small enough to eat in a single bite.
But each one cost twenty dollars.
Especially the pudding, which was Clara's favorite.
Elizabeth had never tasted these delicate and cute desserts before, but she recognized them.
When she used to stay in the Guise family, she often saw Clara eating them.
Clara had lived a privileged, pampered life, with Oliver and Lila readily satisfying her every desire since childhood. Now, with Alexander as her powerful and wealthy boyfriend, he provided her with an abundance of choices.
Elizabeth instinctively swallowed; she was very hungry.
Whether it was the sound of her swallowing or the fact that she had been staring at Clara for too long, Clara turned her head and saw the awkward Elizabeth at the entrance.
Their eyes met, and Clara's were full of provocation and arrogance.
Today, she and her parents were almost scared to death.
They had been spying on Alexander at the hospital for a long time and later discovered that Alexander personally went to the emergency room to help lower Elizabeth's fever, which made them even more anxious.
They sat in the car, on edge for several hours. Just when they were at their wit's end, they saw Alexander walking out of the ward while making a phone call. He said coldly on the phone, "The medical expenses can be advanced, but she has to pay for everything else herself!"
These words made them feel a huge sense of relief.
To put it bluntly, the reason Alexander saved Elizabeth was because Elizabeth was still useful to Alexander's mother, there was no other reason.
That afternoon, Clara pitifully stood outside Alexander's residence waiting. When she saw Alexander return, she immediately approached him and sincerely said, "Alexander, how is Elizabeth? I know your mother can't leave Elizabeth; you must save her."
"What are you holding?" Alexander asked her.
She replied, "I heard your voice was a bit hoarse this morning. I was afraid you might catch a cold, so I went home and made some soup for you. Soup prevents colds. I brought it over as soon as it was ready. Alexander, take it upstairs and eat it while it's hot. I'll leave now." Clara sensibly handed the thermos to Alexander and then turned to leave.
Alexander grabbed her arm, then asked, "Have you eaten?"
He remembered she had waited outside the door all night yesterday.
Clara replied, "I've eaten." After saying that, she swallowed.
Alexander pulled her by the arm and put her in the car, personally driving her to buy these desserts.
Clara's heart melted.
Although Alexander was cold and ruthless, deep down, he still cared about her.
As soon as the desserts were set out, Clara took the opportunity to act coquettishly towards Alexander, wanting to stay here overnight.
But it was an unfortunate coincidence that Elizabeth returned at that very moment.
Clara gave Elizabeth a provocative look and continued to say suggestive things to Alexander, "Mr. Windsor, I really miss you."
Elizabeth found it hard not to hear.
It was too late to close the door and leave.
She forced herself to walk in, meeting Alexander's fierce gaze.
"Elizabeth, you're back? I heard from Alexander that you were sick. You must get better soon; Alexander's mother still needs you to take care of her," Clara remarked and looked sweetly at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth's face was pale, like someone recovering from a serious illness.
She hadn't eaten much from last night to the entire day today, making her already thin frame look even more gaunt.
She didn't respond to Clara's words, only looked calmly at Alexander, and stated, "I'll go in and put my bag down and leave immediately. I'll be back in four hours. You two continue."
She wasn't angry or smiling, her face extremely calm.
But Elizabeth's demeanor made Alexander sense a kind of detachment, coldness, decisiveness, and a desolate self-preservation.
This ignited a desire within Alexander to conquer her.
He was aware of her confession, her deliberate deception of his mother, and the fact that she was carrying another man's child to scheme against him. Yet, despite all this, he still felt an overwhelming urge to conquer.
Alexander's already not-so-good expression became even more severe, as if he was suppressing his anger.
Elizabeth went in, put down her bag, counted her few remaining dollars, took out five, and walked out again.
This time, she didn't even look at Alexander and Clara.
The door slammed shut.
Clara said resentfully, "Elizabeth must be out messing around with men again; she does this often."
"Get out!" Alexander yelled impatiently.
Clara shivered in fear. She asked incredulously, "Alexander, what did you say?"
Just half an hour ago, he had personally driven her to buy desserts, buying all kinds because he didn't know which flavor she liked.
Now, he was telling her to get out?
"Go home!" Alexander said coldly, his expression murderous.
Clara knew how ruthless Alexander could be; he had wiped out all the Windsor family's enemies without batting an eye.
She trembled and forced a smile. She reminded, "Alexander, remember to drink the soup. I'll leave now."
With that, she got up and left in a hurry.
Once outside and in the elevator, Clara leaned against the wall and finally dared to breathe heavily. However, the more ruthless and unpredictable Alexander was, the more Clara was infatuated with him.
She swore to herself, 'Alexander, I will marry you! I will have your children! Elizabeth, I will make you watch my happy life and wish you were dead.'
Elizabeth had no idea about Clara's curses.
At that moment, Elizabeth had just bought three discounted bread rolls from a restaurant and was sitting on a flower bed outside, devouring them.
After eating the three rolls, Elizabeth was no longer hungry.
It was a bit cold outside, but she couldn't go back to Alexander's place now; she didn't want to be the one to interrupt them.
She sat on the flower bed for a long time before remembering to take out her phone and dial a number. The other end was noisy when the call connected.
She spoke, "Mr. Tudor."
Owen's impatient voice came through, "I know, you skipped work again today. Don't worry, they won't fire you. You're just a menial worker; why take it so seriously? I'm hanging up!"
Elizabeth was silent. Owen was impatient.
But it made her feel a bit relieved; at least he was willing to give her a job.
Elizabeth's eyes became a bit moist.
After sitting for over an hour, Elizabeth figured Alexander and Clara should have gone to Alexander's bedroom by now, so she got up and went back.
Elizabeth opened the door to find the room in darkness.
A cold voice suddenly commanded, "Come here!"
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