Chapter 229
Elizabeth clutched her phone, deep in thought.
Alexander couldn't find her at night and freaked out.
Was he starting to have feelings for her?
"Are you getting discharged tomorrow?" Alexander asked out of the blue.
Elizabeth turned off her phone and saw Alexander with a hairdryer, ready to dry his hair.
She nodded. "Yeah."
"No need for Joseph to pick you up; I'll take you home," he said, drying his hair.
Elizabeth wrapped herself in the blanket and mumbled, "Mr. Tudor, you don't need to bother."
Alexander laughed coldly, ran his fingers through his hair, and unplugged the hairdryer.
He tossed it into the cabinet and glanced at her. "If you don't want to trouble me, then listen to me."
Elizabeth went quiet. Alexander was so bossy.
"My driving license will be ready the day after tomorrow," she told him.
"Got it," he replied in a low voice, lying down on the sofa.
Elizabeth looked at him, feeling a surge of emotion.
They'd been married for three years, but she'd never seen him treat her this well.
Now that they were about to divorce, why was Alexander acting like a good husband?
Elizabeth lay down on the bed.
It was two in the morning. Surprisingly, she didn't feel scared tonight.
Their breathing was steady, and neither felt sleepy.
Elizabeth turned on her side, the bedside lamp barely illuminating Alexander's profile.
"Alexander," she called softly.
He opened his eyes to look at her without saying anything.
"Aren't you afraid I might cling to you and refuse to divorce?" Her voice was soft, with a hint of coolness in the quiet night.
He was silent for a moment.
Then he said faintly, "Elizabeth, I have to marry Esme."
Elizabeth gripped the blanket tightly, hearing him say, "Esme has sacrificed too much for me."
"And what about me?" Her voice trembled, "Haven't I sacrificed a lot for you too?"
She thought, 'I've risked my life, given up my identity as Ms. Percy, and humbled myself before him. But I've been ignored for three years. Do I deserve to be abandoned? Do those who give their hearts deserve betrayal?'
"Elizabeth, you and Esme are different," his voice was muffled.
Esme had risked her life to save him; how could he betray her?
Elizabeth bit her lip, determined to find a reason. "How are we different?"
Alexander didn't respond.
Elizabeth pressed on, "How am I different from Esme?"
He was probably annoyed by her questions, his tone becoming impatient, "Stop targeting Esme; she hasn't done anything wrong."
Elizabeth looked at him, her heart growing cold.
What more did Esme have to do to be considered wrong?
"Alexander, in your eyes, Esme will always come first, right?" Elizabeth lowered her head, "Then why did you rush over here looking so worried?"
Alexander was suddenly at a loss for words.
Elizabeth chuckled bitterly, "Are you putting on a show? For Mom or Grandma?"
Alexander felt frustrated. 'When do I need to put on a show for Grandma and Mom? Why did I suddenly come over at this time? Wouldn't someone as smart as Elizabeth know?'
Alexander suddenly got up, grabbed his coat, and said hoarsely, "If you think I shouldn't be here, then I'll leave now."
Elizabeth, overwhelmed with emotion, found his face irritating and shouted, "Leave immediately!"
She hadn't asked him to come!
Alexander frowned, looking at Elizabeth with complex emotions, gripping his coat tightly.
"Go!" Elizabeth's eyes reddened, pointing towards the door, her emotions spiraling out of control.
After all, she and Alexander were supposed to end.
As long as Alexander left now, they would be completely over!
"Elizabeth."
