Chapter 109

Was it Elizabeth who saved me back then? If so, why hasn't she mentioned it in the past three years? Alexander wondered. He decided to ask Elizabeth directly.

Just then, the door opened, and the waiter brought in the food. “Mr. Tudon, Mrs. Tidor, enjoy your meal.”

Elizabeth wasn't hungry at first, but seeing the food made her stomach growl. She'd been tired all day and had little appetite.

“Thumbeth,” Alexander started, wanting to ask about four years ago. But Elizabeth served him some soup and gestured for him to stop. “You invited me to dinner, right?” “Then shut up and don’t talk.”

Alexander fell silent, gritting his teeth. The atmosphere turned cold. He thought, Elizabeth is so ungrateful! She couldn’t have been the one who saved me. She claims to love me but eats with Joseph. Now she tells me to shut up just for a meal. She probably only cares about herself!

He stopped asking. Elizabeth kept eating. The food was really good, fitting for a private restaurant. Judging by Alexander’s relationship with the chef, they must have known each other for a long time. This was her first time here.

She wondered if Alexander had brought Esme here. They must have had many meals and visited many places together over the years.

Thinking about how Alexander had unhesitatingly paid the exorbitant bill to appease Esme today, Elizabeth suddenly asked, “How much are you worth?”

“What?”

“If we get divorced, should you give me half?”

Alexander didn't respond. The atmosphere got tense. Seeing his silence, Elizabeth cleared her throat, “Relax, I was just asking.”

“Okay,” he said firmly.

Elizabeth almost choked. “Are you sure?”

“Then stop eating, let’s go file for divorce right now.” She started to get up.

Alexander gripped his fork tightly, his fingertips turning pale. “Sit down!”

Was she serious? Would she really file for divorce just to get half his…?

Elizabeth swallowed her food and laughed. “Regretting it now?”

“Eat your food and stop talking nonsense,” Alexander snapped, his face darkening.

Elizabeth playfully stuck out her tongue, suddenly feeling less tired.

“I’m going to the restroom,” she said, wiping her mouth and getting up.

After she left, Alexander pounded his fist on the table, furious. He pressed his temples, trying to calm down, until his phone rang. It was a call from Esme.