Chapter 127
Alexander's harshness made Elizabeth's shoulder tremble; she even felt a bit sorry for that man.
The man turned and left right away.
Elizabeth pushed Alexander away, smiled, and said, "You know, I dare." Then she went to press the elevator button to go down.
Alexander watched as Elizabeth's shoulder brushed against his. Her hair fell on his shoulder, and beneath her collarbone, her sexy figure was faintly visible.
Alexander felt his throat dry and burning.
He grabbed Elizabeth's wrist.
Elizabeth looked up, her eyes stubbornly staring at him. "Mr. Tudor, anything else?"
Alexander's breathing was heavy, her calling him "Mr. Tudor" echoed in his ears.
When did this title become so infuriating!
Alexander took a step forward, cornering Elizabeth in the elevator again. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were intense. He found the Elizabeth before him particularly unfamiliar. He gritted his teeth. "Elizabeth, I really hate you call me that!"
"Really? Mr. Tudor, then you better get used to it, because from now on, I can only call you Mr. Tudor." Elizabeth's eyes sparkled with a smile, her lips parting and closing, incredibly sexy.
The repeated "Mr. Tudor" truly infuriated Alexander.
The more he didn't want her to call him that, the more Elizabeth insisted on it.
What could he do to her?
Alexander's face darkened. Just as the elevator door opened and Elizabeth was about to step out, he hooked her waist, a hint of sarcasm flashing across his face. He pressed the close button and pulled her into his arms, forcefully kissing her flushed lips.
Elizabeth's pupils contracted, and just as she was about to push him away, her hands were firmly held by him.
His palms were hot, almost scorching Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was pinned against the elevator wall, her hands pressed against his chest, unable to move.
His kiss was fierce, biting her lips several times. Blood spread at the corner of her mouth, and his kiss gradually became more suggestive..
Elizabeth tried to step on him to make him let go, but he dodged.
Alexander seemed insatiable with kissing Elizabeth, and when the elevator door opened, he suddenly picked her up and walked out.
In full view, Elizabeth's face was flushed, her hair and collar in disarray.
Someone saw and muttered, "Aren't they Mr. and Mrs. Tudor?"
"Quick, take some photos! This is exciting!"
Elizabeth quickly buried her face in Alexander's chest.
If a scandal broke out, how would she explain it to Declan?
She had told him in the morning that she wouldn't fall in the same place twice.
"Alexander Tudor!" Elizabeth gritted her teeth, calling out his name.
He lowered his head, sneering. "Are you angry? Elizabeth, don't you love me? I kissed you and you should be happy." He teased her, his tone frivolous.
Elizabeth's heart felt a slight sting, a faint pain.
His words made her feel humiliated.
Her love was not sweet to him but a reason to hurt her deeply.
Alexander threw Elizabeth into the back seat of the car. Before she could sit up and escape, he grabbed her arm and pinned her down.
In the dim car light, Elizabeth's eyes were stubborn and cold.
Alexander, long accustomed to seeing love in Elizabeth's eyes, felt displeased every time he saw this unfeeling side of her.
He mocked, "Isn't your private life quite messy outside? Why are you pretending to be a good girl with me?"
