Chapter 919
Elizabeth returned to the office, holding flowers, and took a photo.
But she didn't send it to Alexander; instead, she opened Instagram and posted a story: [Love it.]
Soon, there were comments.
Elizabeth clicked in and among the comments, there was one from Alexander's account.
Alexander: [Love what?]
Elizabeth smirked. 'Love what? Of course, the flowers.'
Elizabeth replied to Alexander: [The flowers.]
Alexander: [What about the others?]
Elizabeth replied to Alexander: [Gave them away.]
Soon, Elizabeth's Facebook received a message from Alexander.
Alexander: [Gave them away? Gave them all away?! Only kept the flowers?]
[So what?]
[Elizabeth, do you know those bags are hard to get?]
[You feel bad?]
[No. I just thought you would like them, so I went around asking women about their preferences. I didn't expect you not to care at all.]
Elizabeth squinted.
She leaned back in her chair, spinning around, tapping her fingers on the phone absentmindedly.
She carefully read the message.
If she wasn't mistaken.
Alexander seemed a bit aggrieved.
Elizabeth: [Are you mad?]
Alexander: [No!]
He was not that petty.
Elizabeth: [Thanks.]
Alexander: [So polite.]
Elizabeth: [What do you want for dinner?]
When Alexander saw Elizabeth's message, he instantly stopped feeling angry or aggrieved.
Elizabeth asked him what he wanted for dinner!
Alexander: [Whatever you make, it's fine.]
[Got it.]
[What time will you come?]
[After work.]
[What time is that?]
[Why do you talk so much?]
[I...]
Elizabeth looked at Alexander's message and couldn't help but laugh. 'What's up with Alexander?'
At night.
Elizabeth bought groceries and went to Alexander's house.
She hadn't even had time to ring the doorbell when the door opened.
Alexander stood at the door, dressed casually in home clothes.
"So fast?"
Alexander replied, "You said you'd come in the evening, so I've been looking forward to it since the moment you said you'd come."
Elizabeth squinted. He was using someone else's lines; don't think she didn't know.
Alexander's house still had a Christmas tree, with gifts for Elizabeth under it.
Elizabeth didn't have time to open the gifts that night; after dinner, he would accompany her to open them.
Elizabeth lifted the items in her hand, "Two dishes and a soup. Is that okay?"
"Okay." Alexander nodded.
Elizabeth smiled, "You're not picky anymore?"
"When was I ever picky?"
"You've been picky quite a bit."
Especially when she used to go back to the Tudor family with him for meals, he always left early, saying the food didn't suit his taste, leaving her alone at the Tudor family.
Thinking back to those days, they were really tough.
"What did you do at home today?" Elizabeth asked him.
"Learned to cook," he said.
Elizabeth then noticed. The coffee table was full of recipes, and the tablet was playing cooking tutorials.
Only the kitchen was empty, with no signs of any cooking.
"You need to practice. Watching won't help," Elizabeth told him.
Alexander nodded, "Okay, I'll practice after you leave."
Elizabeth looked at him, not knowing how to respond.
Was he sure he wouldn't need her help?
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