Chapter 131
Elizabeth wasn't surprised.
Nolan must've prepped this food for him.
But did Nolan forget Alexander couldn't cook at all?
Elizabeth boiled water and tossed in the pasta. It was ready in no time.
She reached out and accidentally burned herself, stepping back and pinching her ear.
Alexander glanced at her and chuckled to himself. He walked over and took the pasta to the table.
Elizabeth glanced at him, thinking that Alexander had always been considerate, but unfortunately, that consideration was never directed at her. She felt both sad and envious of Esme.
Elizabeth handed him the utensils.
It was the first time they sat so calmly at the table.
Elizabeth found it incredible. The man she once loved most was now eating her pasta as she slowly fell out of love with him.
When she loved him the most, she was eager to cook for him, forgetting the world was full of options and that he never lacked a meal. She only understood this truth this year, but unfortunately, it was too late.
"Alexander, eat something warm. It'll help your stomach," Elizabeth said softly, lowering her head. "You know you have a poor appetite. Stick to regular meals. No matter how busy you are, take care of yourself."
Elizabeth had said this many times before.
Whenever Alexander said he was busy, she would say it.
He never listened, thinking she was just nagging.
Actually, she couldn't conduct a relationship like this. The more she worry, the less passionate he felt. On the contrary, if she played around and gave him sweet words, he'd be happier.
However, Elizabeth couldn't fake it.
This would be the last time she said it.
"Okay." He unexpectedly agreed.
Elizabeth was surprised.
Just as Alexander was about to eat, his phone rang.
Elizabeth saw it was Esme calling.
He put down the utensils and answered, "Esme, what's up?"
He looked at Elizabeth, frowning. "Got it. I'll be right there."
He stood up.
Elizabeth also stood up, looking at him. Alexander moved his lips, wanting to say something, but finally said, "Get some rest."
"Not eating the pasta?" Elizabeth asked instinctively.
He agreed and said, "Next time."
Then he left without looking back. It seemed that after hearing Esme was in danger, his stomach no longer hurt.
Elizabeth stared at his back and gave a bitter smile.
There wouldn't be a next time.
Elizabeth sat down. She made it, and wasting food was shameful. She also had to wait for Felix, so she ate it herself.
After finishing, her stomach was very full.
She had eaten too much tonight.
Elizabeth cleaned up the utensils and turned off the lights when she left.
The villa returned to silence, as if no one had ever been there.
Elizabeth got into Felix's car, unable to hide her exhaustion.
Under the warm yellow light, Elizabeth looked at the hickey on her neck, a flash of anger in her eyes.
'That bastard! Biting like a dog,' she scolded in his mind.
Felix cleared his throat.
Elizabeth glared at him. "What's up?"
"A little gossip about that bastard, want to hear it?"
