Chapter 225
In the evening, Elizabeth was lying on the bed playing a game when someone knocked on her hospital room door.
She turned her head to see and froze for a moment before standing up. "Joseph."
Joseph was dressed in a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses, giving off a refined and scholarly vibe. He walked in with a bouquet of lilies and some food and joked, "Came to see the heroine."
Elizabeth pouted. "What heroine? Someone else took the knife for me."
"Disappointed you didn't get stabbed?" He put down the food and handed her the flowers. "Lilies, very fresh."
Elizabeth looked at the bouquet and felt emotional. She had never received flowers from Alexander. "Thanks," she smiled. "I really like them."
"I brought you some food. Hope you like it," he said, pointing to the bedside table and sitting down.
"Mr. Stewart, anything you buy will suit my taste," Elizabeth said, raising an eyebrow.
"Ms. Percy, your words are delightful," he laughed, eyes filled with joy.
Elizabeth watched Joseph carefully. If she had to choose a future partner, maybe Joseph wouldn't be a bad choice.
"Joseph," she suddenly called out.
He was opening the food and looked up. "What is it?"
Elizabeth hesitated. Joseph smiled. "Just say it. No need to beat around the bush."
She nodded. "Would you mind that I'm divorced?"
Joseph didn't expect that. He was about to answer when the door opened.
Alexander stood there, looking displeased as if he had heard something he didn't want to.
He walked in, bringing an inexplicable chill. Dressed in a black and gray casual outfit, he seemed more approachable without his suit. He was about to place a lunchbox on the bedside table when he saw Joseph's flowers and food. He frowned.
Joseph stood up, locking eyes with Alexander. They stared at each other, neither backing down.
After a moment, Alexander looked away and glanced at Elizabeth. "Ms. Percy, seems you already have company. The food my mom prepared is unnecessary."
Elizabeth frowned, sensing sarcasm in his words.
Alexander then looked at Joseph, sizing him up. "Mr. Stewart, do you really like my wife?"
Joseph laughed. "Mr. Tudor, who is your wife?"
"Are you playing dumb?" Alexander squinted, questioning.
"Didn't you sign the divorce papers?" Joseph raised an eyebrow.
Alexander sneered. "It's just a piece of paper."
Elizabeth looked at him. To Alexander, the divorce papers were just a piece of paper. But to her, it was her entire life.
Joseph gave a cold smile, not responding to Alexander, and prepared to leave. Elizabeth wanted to get out of bed to see him off, but Joseph shook his head. "You're being discharged tomorrow, right? I'll come to pick you up."
Elizabeth wanted to say it wasn't necessary, but before she could speak, Joseph said, "To answer your earlier question, I don't mind, as long as it's you."
Elizabeth froze.
