Chapter 108
Elizabeth heard Alexander and studied his face for a moment.
She squinted, saying softly, "I want a tall, handsome jock."
Alexander sneered, shocked by her bluntness.
"Feeling lonely?" He pinched her chin, his gaze colder.
"You cheat on me, so why can't I find a jock? Is that illegal?" she shot back.
Before he could respond, she continued, "You can't cheat and then restrict me. If you want me to be a good wife, you should stay faithful too."
Alexander was speechless.
After a while, he asked, "Are you complaining?"
"Yes, I'm complaining." She complained about his neglect during their three-year marriage and his entanglement after the divorce.
He gave her hope, only to disappoint her repeatedly.
Wasn't this hurting her?
She was an ordinary woman, not a hard stone!
The car was silent for a few seconds. Elizabeth looked out the window, then heard Alexander say, "You insisted on marrying me."
She turned to him, eyes tearing up. "So did I deserve to be abandoned?"
He didn't reply, just started the car. Elizabeth realized she had lost her composure and stopped talking.
She didn't ask where they were going until they stopped at a private restaurant.
Alexander got out, opened her door, and she asked calmly, "What are you doing?"
"Get out," he said, walking ahead.
Elizabeth hesitated, noticing the quiet surroundings and warm lights from a few shops, then followed him.
Alexander pushed open the restaurant door, and a burly man greeted him. "Mr. Tudor."
"Except spicy seafood, make whatever else you want," Alexander said, heading to a private room.
The man nodded at Elizabeth. "Mrs. Tudor."
Elizabeth was surprised he knew her.
Alexander frowned at her from the private room door. "What are you standing there for? Come in."
"We just ate, and now you're taking me to eat again?" she frowned, annoyed.
"You ate?" he replied, equally annoyed.
Both were in a bad mood.
When the man brought in the utensils, he wondered if they were really a couple.
Elizabeth sat with her arms crossed, silent.
Alexander took out his phone.
Nolan called.
Alexander walked to the window. "Go ahead."
"Mr. Tudor, there's new progress on the incident from four years ago! An eyewitness saw Ms. Percy at the beach after you were taken."
Alexander looked at Elizabeth, who glared back.
He lowered his voice, "Go to the cell and bring out the suspect who kidnapped me."
The best way to find out who saved him was to ask the surviving man.
"Okay, I'll handle it first thing in the morning!"
After the call ended, Alexander was unsettled.
He took a deep breath, recalling what people had said, "Elizabeth always follows Alexander around. As soon as he was kidnapped, she disappeared!"
He instinctively bit his fingertip, his gaze complex.
"How old are you, still biting your fingers?" Elizabeth mocked.
Alexander frowned, put his hand down, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.
