Chapter 874
"No," Alexander answered honestly.
"Where have you taken her?"
Like Dream City, a place even she hadn't noticed.
She was too curious about how he and Esme had been so in love for those three years.
"I only met her in Dream City. I haven't taken her anywhere else," Alexander could even swear to it.
Elizabeth didn't understand, "Three years, you two."
"Three years, nothing happened between us."
If he had to say he gave something.
It was nothing more than a bit of money and patience.
"Esme is now in a mental hospital because of you. What are you planning to do next?" This was also a question Elizabeth was concerned about.
Alexander chuckled, "I spared her life, as a matter of respect for Henry."
"Elizabeth, I won't let her die. But the suffering you endured, I will make her go through it all." That was his plan.
Elizabeth didn't ask any more questions.
She had nothing else to ask.
"Now it's my turn to ask you a few questions." Alexander looked at her, his gaze intense.
Elizabeth shrugged, letting him ask whatever he wanted.
"After our divorce, have you liked any of the men you've been with?" His eyes were sharp.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.
Typical Alexander.
He always asked tricky questions.
Did he remember how many men she had met?
She couldn't even remember herself.
"Yes, I quite liked Ivan," Elizabeth replied casually, looking down.
She could feel the atmosphere around them sour immediately after she said that.
Alexander sneered.
She was deliberately provoking him.
Was he the kind of person who was easily provoked?
He wasn't.
He had a much better temper now.
But undeniably, hearing that, even if Elizabeth was trying to provoke him, he felt very angry.
"Just because Ivan is your friend, I couldn't be with him," Elizabeth glanced sideways at Alexander, then lowered her head to continue playing on her phone.
"You still have some conscience," he replied.
Elizabeth immediately laughed, not even looking up, "You were quite conscientious when you were with my best friend."
He could feel that Elizabeth's words were harsh.
"Do you know?" Elizabeth suddenly looked up.
Their eyes met, and Alexander waited for her to continue.
"The person I loved was with my best friend. At that time, I really wanted to die," Elizabeth frowned, unable to help but complain.
Looking back now, she really didn't know how she got through it.
She didn't dare go home to her parents, nor could she go and yell at Alexander.
She bore it all alone.
Alexander looked down. The dim light around them made the guilt in his eyes almost overflow, "Elizabeth, I'm sorry."
"You know, I don't want to hear it," Elizabeth turned away, not looking at him anymore.
The damage was already done, and no amount of apologies could change that.
Elizabeth lay on the back of the sofa, lowering her eyes and rubbing her stomach.
So hungry.
Tired and hungry.
This Christmas had been really rough.
Elizabeth closed her eyes, still holding her phone.
Elizabeth swallowed, thinking how nice it would be to have a pizza right now! Then she fell asleep.
Elizabeth turned over, the space around her empty.
Elizabeth slightly opened her eyes.
She was in Alexander's room. Elizabeth's hand grasped the familiar touch and scent of the silk quilt.
She saw her phone and realized it was almost noon.
Looking at the sunny day outside, Elizabeth felt a bit dazed. She sighed and quietly got up.
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