Chapter 8 A Splendid Wedding for You
Alexander was also stunned as he looked at Elizabeth in front of him.
Elizabeth had no covering on her body, her freshly bathed skin tinged with a slight redness. Her wet, short hair was messily scattered, and her small face was dotted with water droplets and mist.
She stood there naked in front of Alexander, curling up helplessly.
Alexander was also wearing very little.
His muscular, bronze-toned body, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and iron-like right arm bore two shocking scars, fully showcasing his raw masculinity and and intense dominance.
Elizabeth's heart clenched in fear the moment she saw his scars.
Yet, she felt incredibly shy because he had seen her body.
Elizabeth frantically covered her front, but no matter how she tried, her skin still showed. She nervously extended her arm to grab the bathrobe to put it on.
Her hands were trembling terribly.
"You... you weren't supposed to come back, were you? Why... why are you back?" Elizabeth's teeth chattered as she spoke, and her face turned as red as an apple.
She finally got the bathrobe but couldn't put it on properly.
After much effort, she managed to put it on, only to find that it was so long it dragged on the floor.
Elizabeth then realized it was Alexander's bathrobe, too wide, too big, and too long.
She haphazardly wrapped herself in the bathrobe and tried to walk out. But the more nervous she got, the more mistakes she made. She stepped on the hem of the bathrobe and fell forward.
Elizabeth let out another scream.
Alexander raised his arm and caught her, preventing her from falling.
Alexander smelled a familiar scent, closed his eyes gently, and lowered his head close to her neck.
Elizabeth cried out in fear, "Let go of me."
Alexander snapped back to reality.
"Damn it!" he cursed, picked up a towel, wrapped Elizabeth in it, carried her to the guest bedroom, and threw her onto the bed before turning to leave.
The door closed.
Alexander went straight to the bathroom, turned on the cold shower, and aggressively sprayed himself with water.
In the guest bedroom, Elizabeth curled up on the bed, hugging her legs and deeply blaming herself. Why didn't she feel any aversion to his embrace?
Elizabeth thought to herself, 'Do you really want to marry into a wealthy family ? Have you no dignity?'
She reminded herself, 'Alexander despises you so much; how could he possibly be interested in a woman who is pregnant and just got out of prison? Be careful not to get hurt!'
Elizabeth spent a restless night in the guest room. She woke up early the next day, seeing no one was in the living room, left a note.
Elizabeth's handwriting was as neat and sharp as last time.
Written in the note: [Sorry, Mr. Windsor, I thought you wouldn't be back to rest here. I used your bathroom yesterday and offended you. It's over now, and I would pretend nothing happened. I hoped you did the same.]
After leaving the note, Elizabeth went to the hospital to visit Esme.
This morning, she didn't see Zoey again. Elizabeth understood that this was Esme's careful arrangement; Esme wanted her to be explicitly intimate with Alexander.
When she arrived at the hospital room, Esme looked her up and down as soon as she entered. She remarked, "Elizabeth, why are you here so early? You shouldn't be out of bed today; you need more rest."
Elizabeth shyly said, "Mom, stop it."
"Tell me, was last night wonderful?" Esme asked with a smile.
"Yes," Elizabeth responded vaguely and then threw herself into Esme's arms.
Esme hugged her as she said excitedly, "Do you know how well you and Alexander match? I won't be wrong about you two. I will definitely give you a splendid wedding."
"Thank you, Mom," she replied. Even though she knew it was all an act, Elizabeth was still very grateful to Esme.
For Esme, it wasn't an act.
Esme genuinely wanted to give Elizabeth a comfortable life.
That morning, Elizabeth stayed in Esme's hospital room, chatting and laughing with her. But Esme, being ill, needed to close her eyes and rest after a while.
Elizabeth only left when Esme fell asleep.
She needed to find a job quickly.
Walking down the street, Elizabeth accidentally saw an advertisement for an assistant architectural designer at a bus stop.
Elizabeth had studied architectural engineering in college, but her studies were interrupted during her sophomore year, when she was arrested. One of the main reasons she got along well with Esme in prison was that Esme was also a highly skilled architectural designer.
Elizabeth and Esme often studied architecture together in prison when they had nothing else to do.
Unfortunately, she didn't have a college degree, was recently released from prison, and a pregnant woman. In such a situation, no company would hire her.
But Elizabeth decided to give it a try.
Elizabeth drew a few practical structural diagrams on paper, spent money at a print shop to take photos and upload them to her email, and clicked send.
Soon after finishing these tasks, she received a call from an unknown number. Elizabeth answered, "Hello?"
"Elizabeth," on the other end was Clara's extremely smug voice.
"How did you get my phone number?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled.
Clara laughed, and replied mockingly, "I could find your place; getting your number was a piece of cake!"
"What do you want?" Elizabeth asked.
"I was wrong yesterday. I was in a bad mood. Come by around four or five this afternoon to get your mom's photos!" Clara said in a rare friendly tone.
Elizabeth was silent.
She didn't think much about Clara's change from yesterday to today; she just wanted to get her mother's photos as soon as possible.
Around four or five in the afternoon, Elizabeth went to The Guise Mansion again.
Entering, she looked at Lila expressionlessly. She asked indifferently, "Where are my mom's photos? Please give them to me, and I'll leave right away."
"Why the rush, Elizabeth?" Lila said as she smiled, her attitude particularly good. "Since you're here, why not sit for a while?"
"Sorry, not interested!" Elizabeth said calmly.
Lila's tone turned sarcastic, "You seem to be so proud that you don't even want to sit in the home that has nurtured you for eight years? Looks like you don't need the Guise family's support anymore? Found yourself a rich man, huh?"
"That's right! I found a husband a hundred times richer than the Guise family. Maybe one day, I'll be the one to support you," Elizabeth retorted as she raised her chin proudly and looked at Lila.
Lila was silent, nearly grinding her teeth to pieces.
"Elizabeth, such big talk? Why don't you bring your rich husband over so we can all meet him?" Clara's voice came from the doorway.
Elizabeth turned around and saw a man and a woman walk in. The woman was Clara.
However, the man was Alexander.
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