Chapter 952
"Elizabeth, give me another chance. This time, I won't let you down," Alexander's voice slowly echoed in her ear.
Elizabeth looked into the distance, her voice cold, "Haven't I always been giving you chances?"
"Elizabeth, I want a chance to become your husband, to stand openly by your side."
"I'm giving you a chance. I've given you countless chances," Elizabeth's voice grew firmer.
The three-month agreement was meant to stop Alexander from pestering her after three months.
But she was willing to bet with him; wasn't that a chance?
"Or do you need me to say, 'I still love you,' to feel at ease?" Elizabeth looked into his eyes, which were still red.
Alexander nodded, "Yes, I want you to say you still love me."
She shouldn't use those words to hurt him, nor deceive herself.
"What if I don't want to?" Elizabeth kept pulling and pushing with him.
"Then I'll say it," he said seriously, his eyes shining as he looked at Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, I love you."
He truly loved her.
He loved her cheerfulness in high school, her confidence and generosity in college.
He still loved her now, loved her stubbornness and resilience, watching her persistence and seriousness.
He loved every moment of Elizabeth.
Alexander took something out of his pocket, "Elizabeth, your lost passport is with me."
Elizabeth had lost many things, but she remembered this passport very clearly.
She lost it when she was about to divorce Alexander.
As a result, they couldn't go through with the divorce and kept postponing it.
The passport was with Alexander.
"I don't want a divorce," he directly expressed his feelings at the time, "Do you know, every time our divorce was stopped by my grandmother, I would breathe a sigh of relief."
"Elizabeth, I admit, I was bad. I was a bad man back then. I didn't trust you while agreeing to marry Esme. I didn't want to let you go either."
"I thought I could handle my feelings for Esme, but I found out I couldn't. If I wanted you, I had to let go of Esme. If I wanted Esme, I had to keep hurting you."
Alexander lowered his head, the wind blowing through his hair, his helplessness written all over his face.
Elizabeth looked at the passport in his hand, listened to his words, and moved her lips, but couldn't say a word.
"You always asked me if my liking for you was because you saved me. Elizabeth, I'll be honest with you. After our divorce, I had no intention of marrying Esme."
"Call me bad or whatever you want. I might keep pestering you because I can't let go."
The day Elizabeth moved out of the villa, it wasn't just the villa that felt empty.
His heart felt empty too.
When he saw that painting thrown into the trash, many memories of Elizabeth flooded his mind.
People always said that true departure was silent. He confirmed this on that day.
Elizabeth had said many times that she wanted to leave this home; the louder she shouted, the less likely she was to leave.
But her departure that day was so decisive.
"Elizabeth."
He bent down slightly, wiping the tears from her face. He gently coaxed, "Look back at me."
These were the words she had once said to him.
Now, he was saying them to her.
Look back at him.
He knew he was wrong.
He apologized for his past actions.
He begged her to come back to him.
Without Elizabeth, he really didn't know how to continue his life.
Elizabeth looked into his eyes and clearly saw a tear fall from the corner of his eye.
He was crying for her.
The Alexander who never wanted to admit defeat, who always stood high and only clashed with her, was now standing in front of her, shedding tears.
Sincerity was a killer move.
His tears were also a killer move.
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