Chapter 873
Alexander looked outside; the wind was strong, howling like someone was crying.
They needed to walk down the path to the main road to catch a ride.
Thinking about that dark road, Elizabeth couldn't help but feel scared.
Alexander had already changed his shoes and heard her say, "Forget it."
Alexander looked up.
Elizabeth walked into the living room, "God doesn't want me to leave."
Alexander stood at the door for a long time, still a bit dazed.
Elizabeth shone the flashlight on him and asked, puzzled, "Why are you still standing at the door?"
Alexander immediately closed the door, pursed his lips, and asked, "What about your father?"
Elizabeth replied, "I'll explain it myself."
Elizabeth sat on the couch, sighed, and couldn't help but lower her head.
The phone screen illuminated her face.
Elizabeth still gave Declan an explanation.
Elizabeth: [Dad, something happened tonight, and I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'm staying at Alexander's tonight, but nothing will happen. Sorry, Dad.]
After sending the message, Elizabeth sighed.
She looked up at Alexander.
Alexander was about to sit down.
Seeing her look at him, he stood up again.
Elizabeth pouted, "Since when are you so afraid of me?"
"I'm not," he said guiltily.
He did care about how Elizabeth viewed him now.
"Come here," Elizabeth called him.
Alexander stood in front of the single sofa for a while.
"Come here," Elizabeth patted the sofa next to her.
Alexander immediately sat down.
Elizabeth lifted his hand.
Alexander frowned, and Elizabeth saw his swollen hand.
Elizabeth looked at him, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Alexander pursed his lips and tried to pull his hand back.
Elizabeth held it and asked again, "Doesn't it hurt?"
Alexander said, "It hurts."
"And you didn't take care of it and still wanted to take me back?" Elizabeth's voice was a bit cold.
Alexander said, "It's not a big deal."
"What counts as a big deal? When it swells up tomorrow?" Elizabeth felt annoyed.
She stood up, and Alexander followed, "Where are you going?"
"To ice it," she said, "Get some ice from the fridge before the power goes out for too long."
The ice shouldn't have melted yet.
"There doesn't seem to be any ice at home," Alexander's voice softened.
Elizabeth glanced at him.
How could there be none?
She opened the bottom drawer and found an ice tray in the last layer.
Back when they were at the villa, she always liked to make cold drinks in the summer. So the fridge never lacked ice.
Lila even bought her an ice maker.
Alexander was stunned when he saw Elizabeth take out a bunch of small ice cubes.
Indeed, Elizabeth was more familiar with this home.
Elizabeth put the ice in a ziplock bag and tossed it to Alexander.
"Ice it."
Elizabeth leaned on the sofa, took out her phone, and saw no reply from Declan.
The surroundings were eerily quiet.
The atmosphere was inexplicably a bit oppressive.
"Want to go upstairs and sleep?" Alexander asked her.
Elizabeth lazily propped her face, her gaze falling on Alexander, "Let me ask you a question. Answer me honestly."
Faced with Elizabeth's words, Alexander seemed particularly eager.
Elizabeth still asking him questions meant she still cared about him.
"Did you ever have sex with Esme?"
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