Chapter 384 Elizabeth
Kismet's jaw dropped as she stared at Alexander in stunned silence. "Your... your what?" The words barely escaped her lips, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
Alexander's tone remained dangerously calm. "I asked what you just called my wife."
Kismet's words came out in broken fragments, her confidence completely shattered. She glanced desperately at her husband Willie, who stood frozen beside her, equally horrified. The entourage behind them watched in uncomfortable silence.
Turning to look at Elizabeth, then back at Alexander, Kismet stammered frantically. "This... this woman... she's not... I mean, I don't know your wife. I was talking about her—she's been... since she was twelve, she was stealing... then she dropped out and went south, she's always been in the... the business of..."
"She is my wife," Alexander cut her off with finality.
Kismet collapsed to the floor with a heavy thud. Though she didn't know Alexander personally, she had seen The Windsor Group's official social media posts. Remy had dismissed them as publicity stunts, but now, witnessing Alexander's commanding presence and the distinguished officials dining with him, the horrifying truth became clear—this was indeed Alexander Windsor, and Elizabeth truly was his wife.
Sweat poured down Kismet's forehead in thick droplets, mixing with her elaborate hairdo. The hair products and makeup began to run together, transforming her carefully crafted appearance into a grotesque mask within seconds.
Little Alice, unfazed by such scenes, muttered thoughtfully, "Daddy, why are there so many witches in the world?"
Alexander's voice softened immediately when addressing his daughter. "Because your mother is so beautiful that even in pajamas, she attracts jealous creatures who can't stand her radiance."
Alice beamed at the compliment to her mother, though privately she thought her mom looked rather ordinary in her messy hair and floral pajamas—cute, perhaps, but not stunning.
Alexander chuckled knowingly. "Little one, I'm your father—I know exactly what you're thinking. In your eyes, your mother is the most beautiful woman alive, even in those little floral house clothes."
"But I'm absolutely right," Alexander continued with mock seriousness. "Look around—she's only ever bothered by jealous women, never men. That's proof of her beauty."
Alice nodded vigorously, completely convinced by her father's logic.
Elizabeth watched this exchange with a gentle, apologetic smile. "I woke up and you both were gone. I felt uneasy, and when you called about dinner, I thought it would be nice for our family to eat together. I didn't think formal attire was necessary."
"You're perfect," Alexander said without hesitation, while Alice chimed in with enthusiastic agreement.
Kismet remained silent on the floor, overwhelmed by the scene before her. She had heard of Alexander's ruthless reputation in Sunwillow City, yet here he was, treating his wife with the tenderness of a spring breeze. In seven years of marriage, Willie had never shown her such devotion. For a moment, she forgot her perilous situation, consumed by envy for Elizabeth's fortune.
The onlookers shared her amazement. Witnessing Alexander's behavior confirmed the rumors—the powerful head of The Windsor Group was indeed completely devoted to his wife.
Alexander wrapped his arm around Elizabeth's waist. "Shall we go in? I thought my composed princess wasn't easily rattled by an audience."
Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "I'm fine, darling. Let's eat."
"Please..." Kismet's voice cracked as she called out desperately.
Alexander glanced back at the couple. "Mr. Reed, your wife?"
Willie remained silent, seething with rage. His promising career, his potential transfer to Paris—all destroyed by this foolish woman's mouth.
In a burst of fury, Willie kicked Kismet viciously in the stomach. "You damned woman!"
Kismet nearly lost consciousness from the pain.
Gavin intervened smoothly. "Mr. Reed, violence against one's spouse in public is hardly appropriate. Perhaps you should learn from Mr. Windsor's example of how to treat a wife with respect."
Gavin's smile was cold as steel. "Since she is your wife, she's welcome to join us for dinner. This is just a casual meal among colleagues, after all."
Willie felt trapped, wanting nothing more than to abandon his troublesome wife and flee with his son, but escape was impossible.
Reluctantly, he hauled Kismet to her feet and followed the group back into the private dining room, where she slumped beside Elizabeth's chair like a condemned prisoner awaiting execution.
As Gavin attempted to lighten the atmosphere, explaining that the Windsor family were approachable people, everyone except Kismet managed to settle into an uneasy dinner routine.
Suddenly, the door burst open and an authoritative voice boomed through the room, "Who dares to bully Kismet? Do they have a death wish?"
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