Chapter 97
Elizabeth stared blankly as Alexander got in the car.
She thought, "Is he threatening me? Wasn't he the one worried about the divorce? When did this become my problem? What a joke!"
Joseph stood by, puzzled, then leaned against the car, smiling helplessly.
He wondered, 'Does Alexander love Elizabeth or not?'
Elizabeth glanced at Alexander in the driver's seat, knowing a tough attitude wouldn't work. So she smiled brightly and said, "Mr. Tudor, thanks for your kindness. But since Joseph is here, I can't just let him leave alone. That would be rude."
Alexander looked up, meeting her eyes.
Her smile was like a gentle breeze, making his heart itch.
"So, you're okay with letting me leave alone?" He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her, his voice low.
Elizabeth fell silent.
Why was he always competing with Joseph?
"Mr. Tudor, aren't you being unreasonable? Esme is already appeased. After we divorce, you can move on. But my next relationship hasn't even started yet. I finally have a man I can see, but you interfere. How am I supposed to..."
Elizabeth's lips moved, but she fell silent as Alexander leaned in closer. She quieted down.
He was so close that if he moved a bit more, she could kiss his lips.
Alexander's expression wasn't great, but it didn't affect his good looks. His features were deep and ruggedly handsome.
Elizabeth didn't dare to breathe, thinking he was about to do something.
The atmosphere in the car became tense. Elizabeth bit her lip. His breath fell on her face, making her ears burn. But then she heard him unbuckling his seatbelt.
He looked up at her again. "Why are you blushing?"
Elizabeth didn't answer. She looked out the window and continued, "If you keep interfering, when will I ever have..."
Alexander's fingers lifted her chin and pinched her face, forcing her to look at him.
His fingers were hot, almost scorching her.
Elizabeth looked at his face, so close, her breathing erratic.
"What do you want?" he demanded.
Elizabeth replied seriously, "The next marriage."
"With Joseph?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving down from her eyes.
She had applied a glossy lip tint, making her lips look especially kissable.
Alexander stared at her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He usually had good self-control, but with Elizabeth, he was on the verge of losing it.
He didn't like this feeling of being controlled!
Elizabeth irritably pushed his hand away and leaned forward, puzzled, "Mr. Tudor, do I need to report to you who I marry next?"
Alexander looked at her and said, "Yes."
Hearing his answer, Elizabeth was about to lose her mind.
"Alexander, that's enough." She pushed him away and tried to open the car door, but it wouldn't budge.
"Open the door and let me out!" she glared at him. "Hurry up!"
Alexander didn't move but looked outside at Joseph.
Joseph hadn't left.
The more Elizabeth resisted, the less Alexander wanted to let her out.
"Sit tight," he said coldly, then stepped on the gas.
The sports car sped away, as if showing off to Joseph.
Elizabeth, frustrated, texted Joseph to apologize.
Joseph replied politely: [It's okay. I was late.]
Seeing this, Elizabeth felt even more apologetic.
Someone as emotionally stable as Joseph was suitable as a partner.
