Chapter 219

In the evening, Elizabeth planned to go home, but Nick showed up and insisted on a full-body checkup, making her stay in the hospital for two days.

Luckily, Linda was out of danger.

Elizabeth was bored out of her mind in the hospital. She felt fine but wasn't allowed to leave.

She was under close watch.

A text from Elara popped up: [Elizabeth, the ravioli are on their way!]

Thinking about Elara's ravioli, Elizabeth felt a bit better.

She washed some fruit and poured two cups of coffee, waiting for Lily and Elara.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Elizabeth called out.

She turned around happily but froze when she saw Alexander.

He walked in with a lunchbox, giving her a once-over with a complex expression.

His intense gaze made Elizabeth a bit embarrassed.

"I thought it was Mom and Grandma," she said, biting her lip and fidgeting with her clothes.

"Mom had something to do, so she sent me," he replied, looking at her face again.

Elara had called him home before he finished work, looking serious. "Alexander, Elizabeth is sick. This is your chance. Can you try to keep her here?"

Elizabeth didn't seem to be in any trouble.

"Mom's not coming?" Elizabeth asked, disappointed.

"Are you very disappointed to see me?" Alexander asked, unable to help himself.

Elizabeth fell silent, which said it all, making Alexander laugh. "You really don't like me."

Elizabeth stood there stiffly.

"Come over and sit down," Alexander instructed, pointing to the sofa.

Elizabeth walked over.

He sat across from her and opened the lunchbox, revealing steaming ravioli.

He took out two sets of utensils. "Haven't you eaten?" Elizabeth asked.

"I was called home right after work," he said, scooping up a ravioli.

Elizabeth nodded, holding a small bowl.

The next second, a raviolo appeared in her bowl.

She looked up to see Alexander scooping another one for himself.

"Mom said you should eat more; she thinks you've lost weight recently," he said seriously.

Elizabeth stared at the two ravioli in her bowl, feeling a mix of emotions.

"This is the first time you've ever shared food with me," she said softly.

"Never shared before?" he asked, frowning.

"No," she replied even softer.

Alexander furrowed his brow, watching Elizabeth quietly eat with her head down, very composed.

He suddenly remembered the last time Elizabeth had cooked for him, but he hadn't had a chance to eat it before Esme called him away.

The atmosphere was quiet. He suddenly asked, "What's in the ravioli?"

"Meat," Elizabeth replied.

The room fell silent again.

A few seconds later, Alexander's pleasant voice reached her ears. "Next time you encounter an emotionally unstable patient, don't rush forward."

"I understand," Elizabeth nodded.

Alexander furrowed his brow, looking at her intensely.

He thought, 'Does she know her responses always make it hard to continue the conversation?'

Elizabeth looked up. 'Why is Alexander staring at me?'