Chapter 399 The Daily Life of Alexander and Elizabeth
Hearing Alice's words, Elizabeth slammed on the brakes and turned to look at her daughter. "Where, sweetheart?"
"Outside the window." Alice pointed through the car window.
Elizabeth followed Alice's gaze. "Where? I don't see anything."
"Mommy, your eyesight isn't very good. Look across the street, behind that tree—see? There are two eyes watching." Alice continued staring into the distance, completely unafraid of the gaze she sensed was gentle and kind.
Following Alice's guidance, Elizabeth finally spotted the eyes—a pair peering through the branches of a tree across the road. The sight froze her completely. After locking eyes with the mysterious watcher for a brief moment, Elizabeth immediately jumped out of the car and grabbed Alice's hand. "Alice, quick! Let's go see who that is."
They rushed across the street, but found nothing. The eyes had vanished without a trace, leaving Elizabeth standing there in crushing disappointment.
"Mommy," Alice called softly, "you still have me."
Tears streamed down Elizabeth's face as she knelt and pulled Alice into her arms. "Yes, Mommy still have you."
Alice pressed a tender kiss to Elizabeth's forehead. "Don't be sad anymore, Mommy."
That simple kiss was like balm to Elizabeth's wounded heart. She wouldn't be sad—for Alice's sake, she would live well and be strong.
When they returned home, Alexander was still at work, but Mia had dinner nearly ready. Elizabeth decided to call him.
Alexander was in the middle of an intensive meeting, having just wrapped up the affairs in Elizabeth's hometown and now focusing entirely on the Star Island situation. The call from Elizabeth interrupted his strategic briefing, but he answered immediately. His thirty-odd subordinates instantly recognized the change in their boss's demeanor—his voice softened considerably. "Are you home from work already?"
"Dinner's almost ready. When will you be home?" Elizabeth's voice was equally gentle.
"Don't wait up for me. I'll be very late tonight."
"Are you in your office right now?"
Alexander hesitated, then nodded though she couldn't see him. "Yes."
"I bet you're catching up on all the work you missed when you came home with me, aren't you?" Elizabeth's intuition was spot-on.
His voice grew even warmer. "You're very perceptive."
"Of course I am! I'm your wife, your lifelong commander-in-chief!" Elizabeth's playful tone made him smile.
"Yes, you absolutely are my lifelong commander-in-chief." Alexander's response was completely sincere, and his subordinates showed no surprise—they were well accustomed to their boss's devotion to his wife.
Thinking Alexander was alone in his office, Elizabeth's voice became increasingly sweet. "Darling, work hard, but don't exhaust yourself."
"Thank you for your concern, sweetheart."
"Don't get the wrong idea, honey. I'm not telling you not to overwork for your sake—it's purely selfish. If you're too tired, you won't have energy to take care of me when you come home, right?" Elizabeth was becoming bolder and more playful, though beneath her teasing lay a deep melancholy.
Those eyes—they had looked directly at each other, yet when she ran over, there was nothing. Elizabeth couldn't shake her disappointment and the gnawing anxiety of not finding her mother. She told herself she still had Alexander and Alice—they were a happy family of three. She desperately needed more love from Alexander to heal her wounded heart.
Her words nearly made the entire room of subordinates burst into laughter, though none dared even cover their mouths.
Fortunately, Elizabeth knew when to stop. "I won't keep you any longer. Come home soon—I can't sleep without you. I'll hang up now. Bye, darling."
Her sweet words left Alexander feeling refreshed and energized. He had never liked sweet things before—even his coffee was the world's most bitter and strong. But lately, he'd started adding a sugar cube, finding that the hint of sweetness in the rich brew tasted beautiful.
That evening, Alexander returned home very late. Moving quietly through the house, he expected Elizabeth to be asleep but noticed the light still on in his master bedroom.
Was she working on design sketches? No—Elizabeth never worked in his bedroom, afraid of disturbing his sleep or making a mess.
When he gently pushed open the door, Alexander froze at the sight before him. His spacious bedroom—large enough to be a medium-sized apartment—had an ironing board set up in the open area. Elizabeth, wearing a yellow apron, was methodically pressing his clothes. Several perfectly pressed suits already hung on a nearby rack, looking brand new.
Alexander was mesmerized. Despite the apron, her silhouette was beautiful—gentle and radiating domestic warmth. His bedroom had always been cold: cool-toned wallpaper, furniture, and carpeting, even deep gray bedding. He had been a hard, cold man who thought he'd never need warm colors. But seeing Elizabeth's figure, that soft yellow apron, and her skilled movements, Alexander was completely enchanted.
"Come give me a hand. I'm ironing your clothes—you can't just stand there like a supervisor," Elizabeth said without turning around, somehow sensing his presence.
Alexander set down his briefcase and obediently joined her, taking a freshly pressed suit and hanging it up.
"Wrong! You're hopeless!" Elizabeth scolded playfully.
"I apologize, darling. This is my first time assisting you, but I'll get better with practice," Alexander said humbly.
Elizabeth immediately brightened, turning to give him a thumbs up. "Your apology was very sincere. Lean down so I can give you a gold star."
She wanted to press her thumb to his forehead as a reward. Alexander obediently lowered his head, and Elizabeth firmly pressed her thumb against his forehead. Before she could pull her hand away, he swept her into his arms and onto the bed, his voice turning husky. "Elizabeth, you're getting dangerously good at seducing your husband."
"Ha ha ha! That tickles!" Elizabeth curled up in delighted laughter.
Just then, Alexander's phone rang sharply. He answered reluctantly, his voice curt. "Yes?"
"Mr. Windsor, they're making their move!"
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