Chapter 110

“Alexander, you home?” Esme’s voice was soft.

Alexander glanced at the door, lowering his voice. “Yeah, I’m home.”

“Will you take me to work tomorrow?” she asked coquettishly.

Alexander sipped his water and said, “I’ll pick you up after work.” He had to visit the prison in the morning.

“Come on, take me to work and pick me up afterward. Let’s have dinner together, okay?” Esme’s tone grew insistent.

Alexander was losing patience, scolding, “Esme, don’t make me do things I don’t want to…”

Silence on the other end, then Esme asked, “What do you want to do?”

Alexander pinched his nose, annoyed. “I pick you up after work. I’m hanging up now.” Then he hung up.

Outside a restaurant, Esme sat in a black car, gripping her phone, listening to the call end. She pondered, Alexander, you lied to me. You brought Elizabeth here for dinner but told me you were home!

Esme bit her lip, her eyes burning with hatred. Elizabeth, even while divorcing, you won’t let go of Alexander! Are you forcing me to act against you?

“Ms. Russell, should we go back?” William asked softly.

Esme clenched her fists, breathed heavily, and shouted, “No!” She wanted to see how long Alexander would linger with Elizabeth.

“Ms. Russell! It’s Elizabeth!” William pointed to someone leaving the restaurant.

Esme looked up, glancing inside the restaurant. She pulled out her phone, ready to snap a photo of Alexander with Elizabeth, but Elizabeth hailed a cab and left alone.

“She left,” William said, puzzled. Why did Elizabeth leave alone?

“Follow her!” Esme ordered.

In the cab, Elizabeth rubbed her temples, staring out the window. She had overheard the waitstaff chatting, “Who do you think suits Mr. Tudor better, Ms. Russell or Elizabeth?”

“Definitely Ms. Russell!”

“It’s clear Mr. Tudor doesn’t love Elizabeth. They’ve been married for years, and this is the first time he’s brought her here for dinner, right?”

Elizabeth ignored them and walked to the private room’s door, only to hear Alexander say, “I’m home.” He was having dinner with her but lied to his mistress. Elizabeth felt it so disgusting that she instantly lost her appetite and took a cab home.

She took out her phone and opened her text conversation with Alexander. After hesitating, she sent a message:

Elizabeth: Mr. Tudor, thanks for dinner. I’m not feeling well, so I left early. Given our situation, let’s keep our distance unless it’s about the divorce. No need to reply.

She deleted his contact. Let this be the end. She had decided to divorce. No need to hold on; Alexander had no heart. He wouldn’t be sad about losing her. But for her, losing Alexander would be painful.

Alexander was waiting for Elizabeth but got her message instead. He frowned and replied with a question mark, only to see a red exclamation mark, indicating he was no longer… Alexander was a bit surprised.