Chapter 174

The vibe in the car was tense. Elizabeth’s nail accidentally scratched Alexander’s neck, leaving a mark. Just as things were heating up, Alexander’s phone rang, breaking the silence. He froze. The ringtone snapped everyone back to reality. Elizabeth looked up, her red eyes meeting Alexander’s intense gaze. She bit her lip, tasting blood, and saw Esme’s name on his phone.

Elizabeth frowned, her mind clearing, and teased, “Are we having an affair?”

Alexander paused, inering. “We’re married,”

“So, you and Esme, that’s the affair?” Elizabeth shot back.

He didn’t deny it. Instead, he pulled back, suppressing his desires. Alexander reached for his phone to answer. Elizabeth, maybe fueled by the alcohol, grabbed the phone and answered it herself. Alexander was shocked.

Elizabeth heard Esme’s voice, “Alexander, I’m not feeling well. Can you come over?”

Elizabeth squinted at Alexander. With Esme being so sweet, no wonder he couldn’t resist. Elizabeth pressed his lips and mocked, “He’s with me.”

“You!” Esme’s voice cracked.

Before Elizabeth could say more, Alexander took the phone back. He spoke into the phone, “What’s wrong?”

Elizabeth laughed coldly. Was he that worried she’d hurt Esme?

“Alexander, are you with Elizabeth?” Esme’s voice was shaky.

Alexander confirmed.

“You and Elizabeth are doing what so late?” Esme didn’t finish her sentence.

Elizabeth wanted to brag they were kissing, just like he did with Esme, but she held back. She opened the car door and got out, waving down a cab. Alexander followed but couldn’t catch up.

On the phone, Esme’s voice was upset, “Alexander, are you not planning to divorce Elizabeth?”

Alexander frowned, driving after Elizabeth while saying, “Esme, don’t overthink it.”

Esme couldn’t help overthinking.

Chapter 174

She used to wait patiently for him to marry her. But how much longer? Esme suddenly hung up. Alexander looked down, and soon Esme texted: (Alexander, let’s take a break.) Alexander’s car stopped.

The next morning, Elizabeth yawned, put on her slippers, and went to the bathroom. She was shocked by her reflection. Dark circles and smudged makeup were everywhere. She leaned closer, trying to remember last night but couldn’t. Elizabeth rubbed her temples, cleaned up quickly, and went downstairs.

As she reached the stairs, she heard Declan on the sofa, “Elizabeth only knows how to drink. She’s too much! When she comes down, I’m breaking her legs!”

Rose sighed, “She’s still a kid!”

“She’s in her twenties, married, and about to get divorced. Still a kid? You’ve spoiled her, making her irresponsible!” Declan shot back.