Chapter 158
"I heard you're trying to get that land near the airport?" Charles asked Alexander, taking a sip of his drink.
Alexander nodded. "Yeah."
"What do you plan to do with it?" Charles asked, curious.
"Build an estate," Alexander replied firmly.
Elizabeth looked up at Alexander, her eyes dimming. She took a sip of water, confirming the rumors. Alexander was indeed spending a lot to build an estate for Esme. She thought, 'Alexander is definitely in love with Esme. He only loves himself and Esme.'
"Why near the airport?" Charles asked, surprised.
Alexander glanced at Elizabeth. Seeing his hesitation, Elizabeth knew he didn't want to hurt her. She didn't want to hear him say it was for Esme.
"Uncle, don't ask anymore," Elizabeth said, putting down her cup and checking the time. "Alexander, come out for a moment."
She got up and went out. Alexander watched her leave, greeted Declan and the others, and followed her.
Outside, Elizabeth grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded spot. Alexander looked at her holding his hand and felt a sense of stability. It had been a while since she had done that.
Elizabeth glanced back at him, her eyes filled with frustration. She pushed him into a corner, crossed her arms, and glared. "What's your deal?"
Alexander's eyes turned sullen. Her gentleness a moment ago made him nostalgic, but her frustration now sobered him.
"Why are you so angry?" His voice was deep and hoarse.
Elizabeth paused. "What?"
"Were you just having dinner with Charles today?" Alexander frowned, confused.
Elizabeth raised her face, arms crossed. "So what?"
"Have you been meeting Charles at the St. Regis Hotel recently?" he asked again.
Elizabeth found him strange. He usually didn't care about her affairs. Why was he suddenly so interested?
"Answer me," he demanded, clearly displeased with her silence.
Elizabeth glared at him. "Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Tudor?"
"Elizabeth, we're still married," Alexander said, his brows furrowed in displeasure.
Elizabeth smiled faintly, one arm crossed, the other playing with her hair. Her black dress made her look perfect, the dim yellow light enhancing her beauty.
"Mr. Tudor, you know you have a wife, yet you spend a fortune to make Esme happy. Why don't you remember we're married then?" she mocked.
Alexander paused. Spending a fortune to make Esme happy? Buying a few bags for Esme was considered spending a fortune? Or was Elizabeth still upset about the bouquet Esme had given her?
"That counts as spending a fortune?" Alexander chuckled, finding it amusing.
Elizabeth's heart trembled. Building an estate for Esme wasn't considered spending a fortune. Her heart felt a pang of pain.
