Chapter 116 He's Here
"What do you say? Do you tell Alexander?" Lillian's heart trembled as she asked fearfully.
Tom said, "You've gotten into such a big mess. Of course, I have to tell my brother. Your face is scratched up. My brother will definitely stand up for you. Don't worry!"
Lillian felt like crying but had no tears. Did he stand up for her? It would be a relief if he didn't scold her until she couldn't breathe!
"Lillian, let me apply some medicine for you first." Wendy unscrewed the medicine bottle, dipped a cotton swab in the solution, and gently applied it to her face. She whispered, "Don't be afraid. When Alexander comes, act pitiful. Seeing you like this, I guess he won't embarrass you in public."
Lillian lowered her eyes, furrowed slightly, and sighed, "You don't understand. Today, he's been acting like he's mad at me as if I did something to upset him, but he won't say what. Every time I go out, he emphasizes not to forget my status. Getting into a fight at a bar is too serious. He's definitely going to be furious!"
"We're at the police station. His brother is here, too. He probably won't..." Wendy finished applying the medicine and gently blew on her wound.
"I don't know. I was the one who did wrong first. I'm scared," Lillian said uneasily.
Alexander appeared while they were chatting.
Alexander, exuding a sharp aura, entered with Theodore. He immediately saw Lillian sitting there with scratches on her face.
"Bro, you're here." Tom walked over. "Mr. Wellington is here too."
Theodore nodded, gave Lillian a sympathetic look, and went to the police to understand the situation.
Wendy, watching Alexander and Tom talk, asked excitedly, "Lillian, is that your husband? He's so handsome and so manly!"
Lillian rolled her eyes at her fangirl expression and asked sarcastically, "Do you want to see how he scolds me? That's pretty manly, too!"
"Lillian, don't say that." Wendy held her arm and comforted her, "Look, he hasn't come over yet, which means he's not that angry."
Lillian leaned back weakly. "Wendy, please stop talking. I want some peace."
Since Alexander had looked at her once when he came in, he hadn't looked at her again. After a brief conversation with Tom, Alexander went over to the police to ask about the situation. His face was unreadable.
After more than half an hour, the matter was resolved. Both parties were injured, so there was no question of compensation. After a few words of admonishment, they were released.
At the police station entrance, Lillian handed Angela the medicine and said, "Don't be angry anymore. Go home and apply the medicine."
"What bad luck!" Angela sighed deeply, looked at her, and then laughed. "But your husband is quite impressive. He got here so quickly and brought a lawyer. He is very professional. He really scared those two sisters."
She leaned in and whispered, "I think he cares about you. He looked so fierce at those sisters, thinking you were bullied."
Lillian was surprised. "Really?"
"I think it won't be hard for you to win him over. Good luck!" Angela, despite her injuries, still had the mood to tease her. After speaking, she called Wendy and left in the car.
Tom was still talking to Alexander. Seeing Angela drive away, Tom hurriedly got into his car and followed her.
Lillian walked towards Alexander with her head down, like a student who had done something wrong.
"Lillian, are you okay? Do you have any other injuries?" Mr. Wellington asked.
Lillian looked up, smiled at him, and said, "No, besides the scratches on my face, I got kicked a few times during the fight, but it's nothing serious."
Alexander let out a displeased sound from his nose, gave her a fierce glare, and got into the car first.
Lillian gave Mr. Wellington an awkward smile. "Mr. Wellington, thank you for coming today."
"Don't mention it. Go and make it up to Alexander. He is worried about you the whole way here when he finds out you are in a fight," Theodore said, then got into his car and left.
'Is Alexander worried about me? No way!' Lillian thought to herself, puzzled, as she got into the car.
He had driven himself here tonight. As soon as she got in, he floored the gas pedal and sped off.
Lillian clutched the seatbelt tightly, barely daring to breathe.
The car sped down the road, weaving left and right, finally stopping at a red light.
"Alexander, I'm sorry. I apologize," Lillian finally had a chance to speak and hurriedly said to him.
Alexander sneered, looking at her with a mix of sarcasm and anger, saying, "You've got some nerve. You dare go to a bar and get into a fight! You're really something!"
"Angela was being bullied. I can't just stand by and do nothing. I had to step in," she muttered, head down, hands intertwined.
When the light turned green, the car started moving again, but at a slower pace than before.
Alexander mocked. "So if your friend commits murder, are you going to hand them the knife? Don't you know how to protect yourself, you fool!"
"Fighting and handing over a knife is not the same thing," Lillian retorted defiantly.
Alexander shot her a cold look, making her silent.
"Where are your flowers?" he suddenly asked out of nowhere.
Lillian was taken aback. "What flowers it is?"
Alexander gritted his teeth and asked, "Don't you receive flowers today?"
"No, I don't," she said guiltily, afraid that admitting she received flowers would get her scolded again.
Alexander gave her a cold glance, seeing right through her little lie. This Valentine's Day was just one irritation after another.
No high-end foreign chocolates, flowers she sent out treated like something shameful, coming home late, going to a bar, getting into a fight—her day had been eventful! But he was about to explode with anger!
Lillian sat to the side, shrinking like an ostrich. She wondered how he knew she had received flowers today. 'Can it be that he sent them?'
She turned to sneak a glance at him, hesitated, and weakly asked, "Alexander, can the flowers I received today have been from you?"
"No!" Alexander snapped angrily.
His attitude said it all. Lillian felt like banging her head against the car door. She never would have guessed he would send her flowers. Lillian thought inwardly, 'Doesn't he tell me not to get any ideas? What does it mean if he sends flowers?'
After Alexander's outburst, seeing her go silent again made him even angrier! He cursed in his mind, 'Is Lillian dense? Does she believe me without question? Dumb as a rock!'
With the car warm, Lillian, wearing a down jacket, was sweating. She took off the coat and accidentally touched the chocolate in her pocket.
She secretly took it out and looked at it. She murmured, "Even after all that, you didn't fall out."
At another red light, the car stopped again.
Lillian saw his stern face and extended the chocolate towards him, saying, "It's Valentine's Day. This is for you."
