Chapter 114
Elizabeth pushed open the door and saw Alexander lounging on the sofa.
He was in a black suit, flipping through a magazine, legs casually crossed. He looked effortlessly elegant.
Elizabeth knocked and walked in.
Alexander glanced up, meeting her calm eyes.
"What's up?" Her distant tone reminded him their relationship was over.
She said she didn't love him anymore, but he still wondered if she was the one who saved him back then.
Alexander pointed to the table. Elizabeth noticed the divorce papers.
He said, "Elizabeth, I drafted a new agreement. Like you said last night, I'll give you half my assets."
She was momentarily stunned, then picked up the papers.
He had already signed, just like the night they married when he handed her a signed divorce agreement.
But now, his attitude was a bit friendlier.
"These past years, you've taken care of my grandmother, soothed my parents, even argued with your family for me. I feel guilty. So, I'm giving you ten percent of the Tudor Group's shares." He looked at her.
Elizabeth wasn't surprised by the shares, just thinking, 'if only I were after Alexander's money, then my heart wouldn't ache. Unfortunately, what I seek is the affection Alexander cannot give.'
Money was just material to him. As long as he lived, he could make more.
"I was joking about wanting half your assets. Alexander, I don't need money." She didn't need his compensation.
"I know you don't need money." He just wanted peace of mind.
"Let's stick with the original agreement," she said calmly.
That one was simple, just ending their marriage.
Alexander knew she was stubborn. If she said no, it was no.
This time, he'd go along with her.
He nodded and took back the agreement. He hesitated to speak, and Elizabeth quietly watched him.
He rolled up the agreement, then let it go. After a few times, he looked at her. "Do you have time this afternoon? We can go to court and file for divorce."
"Okay, I'll take the afternoon off." She nodded, not dragging it out.
Her straightforward answer made his heart ache.
The person who once clung at the mention of divorce was no longer Elizabeth.
"No need to take time off!" he said.
The lounge was cool, but he felt hot and restless, tugging at his collar. "We can go during your break."
Elizabeth sniffed. She clasped her hands behind her back, fingers twisting, palms turning purple from the pressure. "Let's do it at one."
If they delayed, who knew what might happen.
She pointed outside, forcing a smile. "I'll get back to work then."
She turned, and Alexander frowned, lowering his voice. "Elizabeth."
She stopped. "What?"
Their calm tones made them seem like old friends.
They were no longer at each other's throats. She had learned to face the divorce calmly.
Everything was going as he wished, but why did his heart hurt so much?
He gazed at her, a complex emotion in his eyes.
She waited, but after a long while, he only said, "Go ahead."
She forced a smile. "Okay."
She left.
As the door closed, Elizabeth's hand clenched into a fist. Her back pressed against the door, and her heart raced uncontrollably, as if something was tugging at it, making it hard to breathe.
She thought she was numb to facing Alexander.
She thought she didn't love him anymore.
