Chapter 1111
But some fans vaguely sensed something was off. Was Kieran really just supporting his spokesperson, and not pursuing Lila?
"Be honest. Mr. Getty is handsome, rich, and willing to spend money on you. Wouldn't you be tempted?" Elizabeth asked curiously.
After all, Lila's feelings were different from those of ordinary people. She had met too many people outside.
Lila didn't hesitate and simply said, "Anyone would."
Elizabeth was puzzled, what did she mean?
"A woman should be a bit more dignified. You can't be overly grateful for small favors. Do you think supporting you means love? Elizabeth, can't you support me too? Can't my other suitors support me? Anyone can."
Elizabeth squinted.
Lila's clarity was something she could learn from for a lifetime.
"But, his intention is good, and that can be a premise to move me," Lila said seriously.
Elizabeth nodded, beginning to agree with Lila's perspective.
"Alright, I have a night scene to shoot. You eat, watching you makes me hungry," Lila said, feeling wronged.
Elizabeth just smiled.
After the video call ended, Elizabeth kept pondering Lila's words.
Did ordering you some takeout and sending flowers mean love? He was pursuing you, and this was just the premise to move you.
Elizabeth shrugged, took the last bite of her steak, elegantly wiped her mouth, then paid the bill and left.
The night breeze was enticing, and Elizabeth stood at the restaurant entrance, looking at the bustling crowd on the street. She couldn't help but take a photo and send it to Alexander.
Elizabeth: [It's so lively out here, and I'm all by myself.]
Soon, Alexander replied.
Alexander: [Looking pretty lonely there.]
Elizabeth: [Well, my boyfriend is swamped with work.]
Seeing this message during a meeting, Alexander's heart instantly rippled.
Alexander: [Meeting's almost done. I'll come get you soon. Wait for me?]
What meeting? She called him "boyfriend" - how could he focus on the meeting after that?
Elizabeth: [Fine, I'll give you fifteen minutes.]
Alexander: [That's pretty specific timing.]
Elizabeth smiled: [I can stretch it to twenty minutes, Mr. Tudor.]
That term sounded so grating to him.
He still remembered after he and Elizabeth divorced, the first time she angered him was because of how she addressed him.
He was used to her calling him "darling," "Alexander," other terms were rare in those seven years.
After closing the message, Elizabeth went shopping at a nearby mall.
The mall was bustling, and Elizabeth walked around, enjoying the liveliness. It was rare to have such a peaceful time, shopping alone was quite fun, very comfortable, with a sense of carefree freedom.
She stopped in front of a luxury store. Just as she was about to enter, she suddenly felt like someone was behind her.
She glanced back, turned around, but saw nothing, just many people coming and going.
She walked into the store, and her phone rang.
It was a call from Winford, talking about the renovation.
Elizabeth casually looked at luxury items while chatting with Winford about the renovation.
"Just handle it for me. I sent you the styles I like."
"By the way," Elizabeth glanced outside the store again.
She frowned, feeling something strange, but couldn't pinpoint what was odd.
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