Chapter 133
Esme called him.
Alexander looked up. "What?"
Esme noticed he was distracted and felt a bit sad. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing, just work stuff," he said flatly.
Esme responded simply and as she was about to sit down, she noticed the lipstick stain on Alexander's collar.
Esme's hand instinctively reached for it. The lipstick hadn't completely dried, and a light touch could smudge it.
Esme bit her lip, recalling the text message William had sent her earlier that night.
William: [Ms. Russell, Mr. Tudor ran into Elizabeth at the restaurant tonight. They were very close.]
The intimate photos of them in the car flashed before Esme's eyes, and she felt her blood run cold.
The thought that Alexander would rather kiss Elizabeth than her made her resent Elizabeth even more.
"Alexander, how about we have a drink?" Esme suddenly suggested.
"No. I drove here." Alexander declined.
Esme gripped her glass tightly and downed it in one gulp. Suddenly, she started crying. "Alexander, do you hate me?"
"Esme." Alexander was helpless.
Whenever he was harsh, Esme would cry like a fragile glass doll.
Tears streamed down her face as she moved closer to Alexander. "What's wrong with me? Why don't you like me? I was willing to risk my life for you and ended up with this ugly scar. Why can't I earn even a bit of your love?"
She began tearing at her clothes, determined to show Alexander the scar on her back.
The fabric was thin, and with one pull, a large part of it tore away.
"Esme, you've had too much to drink," Alexander said, trying to pull her clothes back up.
But Esme didn't care. She pressed herself against Alexander and tried to kiss him. "Alexander, I love you. Don't push me away, please." She pleaded repeatedly, trying to undress.
As long as Alexander was willing to sleep with her, she had a chance to get pregnant and then naturally marry him.
She was desperate because she wanted Alexander so badly!
"Esme, get a grip!" Alexander warned her.
Esme shook her head; she couldn't calm down.
"Alexander, look at me and everything I've done for you." She pointed to the scar on her back, crying pitifully.
Alexander glanced at the scar, his throat caught.
She kept showing him that scar, constantly reminding him that he owed her.
In fact, he didn't need Esme to remind him. He always remembered that Esme had saved him!
Alexander felt an inexplicable irritation. He grabbed Esme's wrist and led her upstairs.
He pushed open the bedroom door, shoved Esme onto the bed, and took off her shoes, saying coldly, "Esme, go to sleep early and stop acting crazy."
Esme stood up from the bed, crying and shouting at him, "Why don't you love me?"
Alexander felt annoyed and wanted to find a maid to take care of her. But Esme clung to him.
Esme hugged Alexander, crying and shaking her head. "I'm sorry. I won't shout at you anymore. Alexander, don't leave me."
This particular plea made Alexander's heart ache.
It sounded so familiar because Elizabeth had said the same thing.
Suddenly, Alexander pulled Esme towards the bathroom.
Esme's eyes lit up, 'Was he finally willing to touch me?'
But the next second, Alexander threw Esme into the bathtub, and cold water poured over her head. He said, "Esme, sober up."
Esme couldn't say a word.
