Chapter 193
Elizabeth glanced into the car and saw Joseph's suitcase.
"Didn't you take your luggage home?"
"I missed you so much I came straight to the hospital," he said.
Elizabeth smiled at him.
"Dinner together?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded, "Sure."
Joseph opened the car door for her.
Once inside, Joseph handed her a gift, "This is for you."
"Thank you so much, but this is too generous."
"It's nothing. You saved my dad, and I never properly thanked you," Joseph smiled. "Speaking of my dad, he wants to invite you to dinner sometime."
Elizabeth was unwrapping the gift and looked up, "It was just a small favor, no big deal."
"It might have been small to you, but it was my dad's life," Joseph said seriously.
Elizabeth smiled, "Alright."
The Stewart family had their manners, and it was just a meal. Plus, she could check on his dad's health again.
As the car drove away, Elizabeth opened the box. It was a necklace.
Elizabeth recognized it as a rare piece, limited edition, requiring a reservation.
"It's a butterfly," Elizabeth said, pleasantly surprised.
Joseph smiled, "Because you have a butterfly tattoo on your back."
Elizabeth touched her shoulder and thanked him, "I really like it."
She did like butterfly designs. This gift was perfect.
Joseph paid attention to details, unlike Alexander, who probably reserved all his attention for Esme.
Elizabeth thought for a moment and asked, "There's a cruise party in a month, are you going?"
"The one in Lisbon?" he asked.
Elizabeth nodded.
"If you want to go, I'll join you," he said softly.
Elizabeth smiled but didn't respond. Joseph, being elegant and dignified, wouldn't enjoy such events.
She accepted the necklace, propped her chin on her hand, and looked out the window, lost in thought.
At the restaurant, Elizabeth took her seat while Joseph went to the restroom.
She was deciding what to eat when a voice caught her attention.
"What do you know? Esme and Alexander are perfect together. How can Elizabeth compare to Esme?"
"No one can compare to Esme, except maybe Nancy!"
Another voice asked, "Mrs. Russell, who is Nancy?"
Elizabeth turned and saw Esme's mother, Allen.
"Nancy." Allen seemed reluctant to explain.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, "Mrs. Russell, what a coincidence. You're dining here too?"
