Chapter 1050
"If you're really feeling bad, go find her. Why are you sulking here?" Kieran took the cup from Alexander's hand with some force.
Alexander's brows were tightly furrowed, and his whole demeanor exuded an indescribable seriousness and coldness.
Kieran handed him an empty cup, then poured him a bit of juice, signaling him to have some.
After all, Alexander's stomach hadn't fully recovered; he had just been discharged from the hospital.
"Am I not allowed to be angry? that a crime now?" Alexander glanced at Kieran, letting out a cold snort, his pride evident in every line of his posture.
Kieran couldn't help but laugh.
"Alexander, I've noticed something—when a man has feelings for someone, he somehow reverts to being childish."
There was really something to that saying about men always remaining boys at heart.
Compared to Alexander's ruthless efficiency at work, this version of him seemed much more approachable.
"You mean like me?" Alexander shot Kieran a look.
Kieran nodded. Yes, he was talking about Alexander.
Alexander felt annoyed, "Do you think I don't want to be proud? Don't want to hold my head high?"
But facing Elizabeth, how could he? One wrong move and she'd push him away.
The worst part was that he hadn't even done anything wrong, yet he was already being shut out.
Alexander collapsed onto the sofa, head in his hands. The dim light of the room seemed to press down on him, making the air feel heavy.
"Kieran, I'm such a mess," he muttered.
Years of relationship troubles had reduced him to this state.
"You brought this on yourself, man. Nothing anyone can do about that," Kieran replied. Though Alexander's closest friend, he wasn't one to offer empty flattery or false encouragement in critical moments.
Theirs was the kind of friendship where they supported each other but also didn't hesitate to deliver hard truths when needed.
"Looks like someone else is trying to get Elizabeth's Facebook," Kieran said, taking a sip of his drink as he watched the scene unfold below.
Alexander's gaze swept over. The man was dressed impeccably—clearly old money.
The dance floor lights caught Elizabeth's face just right. She smiled politely, eyes crinkling at the corners, apparently declining his request.
The guy leaned in closer to Elizabeth's ear, saying something that made her laugh softly and shake her head.
He finally gave up and headed back to his table.
Alexander frowned. There was another man at the same table, chatting with a server about something Alexander couldn't make out.
Alexander pursed his lips and couldn't help but stand up.
Watching carefully, he noticed the server suddenly approach Lila and pull her aside.
A moment later, the guy who'd just hit on Elizabeth returned to her, leaning in to whisper in her ear again.
"What is this guy doing?" Kieran couldn't understand either.
Was he asking for contact information? He had been rejected twice and still dared to ask? He was quite persistent.
Alexander's brows furrowed tightly, unable to understand the man's intentions.
After a moment, Alexander turned and left.
Kieran looked up, puzzled. Where was Alexander going?
As soon as Alexander stepped out, he saw a few young girls standing not far away.
They turned at the sound of the commotion, their eyes drawn to him. Despite the dimly lit hallway, Alexander's striking features were impossible to miss.
Two of the women exchanged appreciative glances and sighed audibly.
Alexander tugged at his tie with one hand, passing by them with a look of indifference.
"God, he's gorgeous," one whispered.
"That explains why everyone talks about Mr. Tudor," another added.
Even the men passing by couldn't help stealing glances at Alexander.
When a man commanded that kind of attention from both women and men alike, you knew he was truly exceptional.
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