Chapter 78
Elizabeth was so deep in thought she didn't see the steps ahead.
Suddenly, she missed one and tumbled right into Alexander.
Her face pressed against his back, and her breath was intense.
Alexander spun around, grabbed her waist, and lifted her up. "What's wrong with you now?"
"I didn't see the steps," she muttered, furrowing her brows.
"Elizabeth, you're always so careless," he said, sounding a bit annoyed.
She glared at him. She'd just bumped into him, and he was already impatient. If it were Esme, he'd probably be holding her tenderly by now.
Out of nowhere, Alexander scooped her up.
"I'll take you home," he said in a deep voice.
Elizabeth clung to his shoulders and neck, her eyes wide and confused like a startled fawn.
Noticing her gaze, Alexander looked straight ahead, expressionless. "Don't look at me like that."
"Alexander," she suddenly called his name.
"What's wrong?" he asked casually.
Elizabeth knew it might be rude, but she had to ask, "Are you out of your mind?"
Was this still Alexander? What was wrong with him tonight? Did he realize how unusual he was being?
Alexander's steps halted. His deep eyes seemed to hide a knife as he looked at her, like he wanted to kill her.
"Don't you think you're being too nice to me? Do you need something from me?" Elizabeth felt a bit scared but asked directly, "Do you want me to go with you to get a divorce? We can do it tomorrow morning.Just don't be so nice to me; it's really scaring me."
Alexander had never felt so speechless.
He scrutinized her delicate face for a long time before asking, "Have I been nice to you?"
He had only done what even a stranger would do. As her husband, how could this be considered nice?
"Isn't this nice?" Elizabeth's eyelashes fluttered, her voice tinged with hesitation.
Alexander licked his lips, momentarily at a loss for words. How badly had he treated her before?
If it were Esme, she might have said he was being harsh. But Elizabeth felt his kindness was too strange.
Alexander frowned, a strange sense of guilt rising in his heart. It seemed he had indeed treated her too poorly over the years, so much so that he had forgotten she was his lawful wife.
He lowered his eyes, held her tighter, and walked towards the car, muttering, "Not good."
Elizabeth let out a light laugh, her voice soft. "It’s enough for me to feel like your wife before the divorce." She gently pinched his earlobe with her fingertips.
Alexander's ears were very attractive, very soft, and they were her favorite part of his body to pinch back in high school. But now, she had been hurt by him, covered in scars.
He looked down at her. The moment her warm fingertips touched his ear, his heart raced, and his whole body felt electrified.
Elizabeth gazed at his brows and eyes. Though she said nothing, her face was full of regret. She regretted that his face, his person, his heart, had never belonged to her.
"Alexander, can I ask you a question?" Elizabeth, feeling a bit weary, snuggled into his arms, trying to find some warmth.
