Chapter 220

Alexander just stared at her without saying a word. Elizabeth felt uneasy under his gaze, so she looked down and ate her ravioli. After a bite, she glanced up and saw he was still staring.

“Can you get full just by looking at me? Eat your food and stop staring!” she said, quickly putting a raviolo in his bowl.

Alexander looked at the raviolo and frowned. Elizabeth suddenly remembered something and took it back out of his bowl. Alexander was puzzled. “What’s she doing? Practicing with utensils?”

“Oh, forgot, you don’t like it when others give you food,” she mumbled, stuffing her mouth.

Alexander stayed silent, eventually sighing. “You never used to be so obedient,” he said, sounding heavy-hearted.

“Because I used to be your wife, and a wife can do whatever she wants. I thought I was special to you,” Elizabeth replied seriously.

Her words struck a chord with Alexander. “It’s different now. After our divorce, we’re strangers. Strangers should keep their distance,” she said, propping her face on her hand and looking at him earnestly. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and captivating.

Alexander made a sound but said nothing more. Elizabeth ate another raviolo and then put down her utensils. “I’m done.”

“You only ate about six, and you’re full?” he asked deeply.

“I can’t eat anymore,” she said.

Alexander raised an eyebrow. “You can’t eat because I’m here?”

“What?” Elizabeth blinked, meeting his eyes. She laughed. “I was wondering why I had no appetite today, and now I know.”

“Elizabeth!” Alexander shouted, gritting his teeth, his face dark with anger.

Elizabeth chuckled, got up to get a napkin, and playfully patted his arm. “Come on, it was just a joke. Don’t be so petty.”

Alexander froze, looking at her. Why did she pat me like a puppy?

“How’s home?” Elizabeth suddenly asked. “Her health seems to be getting worse.”

Mentioning Lame, Alexander’s expression changed. “Star… hest fainted… boom… bypoglycemiej…” she said.

Alexander glanced at her. “So what? Esme can’t have hypoglycemia.”

Seeing his look, Elizabeth lazily smiled. “I didn’t mean anything by it; no need to look at me like…”

Suddenly, thunder clapped outside. Elizabeth looked out the window and touched her shoulder. Alexander noticed and asked, “Does your wound hurt?”

Elizabeth turned her head. “No.”

“How did you get that wound, anyway?” he continued.

“I told you, I was a naughty kid and fell. Why do you keep asking? It’s annoying,” she said, losing patience and getting into bed.

Another clap of thunder, and Elizabeth burrowed into the blanket. “What are you doing?” Alexander asked.

Elizabeth looked up. “Are you full? If you are, you should leave. It’s going to rain.”

Alexander looked outside; raindrops were already falling on the window. He figured the rain would get heavier by the time he was halfway home. He suddenly took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa.

Elizabeth glanced at him, seeing his long fingers casually tugging at his tie before he sat down on the sofa. “I’m not leaving. I’m sleeping here tonight,” he said.

Elizabeth was stunned. Alexander crossed his arms and looked at her bewildered expression. “Is that not okay?”

“It doesn’t seem appropriate,” she said softly.