Chapter 132
Elizabeth ignored him, but Felix kept rambling, "You know the Tudor Group and the Stewart Group are fighting over that airport land, right?"
Elizabeth glanced up. 'Why is everyone buzzing about this now?'
"Do you know what that jerk Alexander plans to do with it?" Felix asked, leaning against the window.
Elizabeth snorted, "What else? Make money."
She squinted, a flash of hatred in her eyes. 'That jerk Alexander, hugging and biting me tonight, even threatening me. Does he think I'm easy to push around?'
Felix was about to respond when Elizabeth suddenly shouted, "Felix!"
Felix jumped, tugging at his mouth and sighing. 'Why the big reaction? I'm not deaf!'
"Go to M Base," Elizabeth said coldly.
Felix didn't dare ask more. Seeing her expression, he figured she was up to no good.
The car turned and sped towards M Base.
The night sky was covered with dark clouds.
Alexander's car stopped at the entrance of the Russell Mansion. He walked anxiously to the door and knocked, asking the butler, "How's Esme?"
Esme had called, saying she fell down the stairs and her head hurt.
The estate was dark, except for the oil lamp in the butler's hand.
The living room was pitch black. The butler said, "Ms. Russell is inside, Mr. Tudor. You should check on her."
Alexander glanced at the butler, then at the dark villa, looking puzzled. 'Why aren't the lights on?'
The villa door closed, making it even darker. Alexander took out his phone, the screen's light illuminating his face. Just as he was about to turn on the flashlight, a warm yellow light lit up inside.
He saw a candlelit dinner on the dining table—candles, flowers, red wine, and steak.
Romantic piano music started playing. Looking towards the stairs, he saw Esme in a sexy sheer dress, walking towards him, radiant and alluring.
Esme stopped in front of Alexander, hooking his arm, and smiled, "Alexander, you're here."
Alexander looked at her, puzzled. "You're okay?"
Esme thought, 'What could happen to me? I'm better at protecting myself than anyone else. This was just a trick to keep Alexander around!'
She wrapped her arms around his waist, saying pitifully, "Alexander, I missed you."
Alexander smelled alcohol on her. She had been drinking, quite a bit it seemed.
He pushed her away, displeased. "Esme, I hate being deceived."
"I was wrong, and I promise it won't happen again." Esme raised her hand, blushing and acting coy.
"Look, I made dinner! I cooked steak myself. The oil splattered on me and it hurt a lot," Esme lowered her head, saying pitifully.
Alexander glanced at the table, then at her reddened wrist, and couldn't help but think of the pasta Elizabeth had cooked earlier.
"I worked hard on this, Mr. Tudor. Won't you have dinner with me?" Esme sighed, looking pitiful.
Alexander looked at her and smiled. "Ms. Russell, you actually cooked yourself."
Esme pulled him to sit down and said, "Of course. Alexander, I will definitely be a qualified wife in the future."
Hearing this, Alexander's mind flashed with Elizabeth's face.
That summer, Elizabeth had confidently said, "Alexander, I will definitely be a qualified wife. No one is more suitable to be your wife than me."
When she said this, her eyes were shining. She was very confident in herself.
"Alexander?"
