Unrepairable Love Chapter 226
Joseph finished talking and shot a look at Alexander, who stared back expressionlessly. If looks could kill, Joseph thought he’d be a goner. Joseph smirked and left, feeling satisfied. As the door closed, Alexander’s fist clenched.
“Not leaving?” Elizabeth asked from beside him.
Alexander glanced at her and laughed. “Elizabeth, I brought you dinner. Haven’t even sat for five minutes, and you’re kicking me—” But she didn’t seem to mind Joseph leaving! Elizabeth’s mood swings were too quick!
Elizabeth checked her phone and mumbled, “It’s been more than five minutes.” Alexander went silent. He glared at her fiercely.
Elizabeth pouted. “Alright.” She pointed to the chair, softening her tone, “Mr. Tudor, please sit.” Alexander was fuming.
“Mom said I should watch you eat before I leave!” He opened the lunchbox on the bedside table. He eyed what Joseph had brought and said, “You’re in the hospital; you can’t eat this junk.”
“That’s not junk!” Elizabeth shot back. Alexander’s eyes narrowed at her, as if threatening her to dare defend Joseph again.
Elizabeth pursed her lips and gave a sheepish smile. “It’s Mr. Stewart’s kind gesture.”
“Kind gesture? More like ulterior motives!” Alexander said through gritted teeth.
“Is that normal? I’m about to get divorced, and I’m not allowed to have someone else interested in me?” Elizabeth reached for the utensils, but Alexander slapped her hand away. Elizabeth pulled back, confused. Alexander’s eyes were filled with unspoken resentment.
Elizabeth sighed and leaned back, not moving. “Elizabeth,” he warned, “until our divorce is official, keep your distance from Joseph.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“It makes me feel awkward,” he said coldly.
Elizabeth frowned. “And you and Esme alone… I make you feel awkward?”
“When have you ever seen me act like that with Esme?” he shouted.
Elizabeth was taken aback. Act like what? He put down the utensils and leaned closer, his palm on the headboard, eyes full of sarcasm. “A man and a woman chasing each other around a fountain—you two were really sweet!”
Elizabeth fell silent. She explained, “That was just normal social interaction between friends. The atmosphere was right, so we…”
Alexander leaned in again, cutting her off. “You’re still making excuses?”
Elizabeth looked at his handsome face, then his eyes. “I’m not making excuses,” she answered seriously.
“Elizabeth,” he called her name, voice low and hoarse, filled with unspoken emotions. She looked into his eyes and calmly asked, “Do you care?”
Alexander paused. Elizabeth pursed her lips and asked again, “Do you care that I’m with Joseph?” His eyelashes visibly trembled. Elizabeth noticed.
She smiled and asked, “You’ve been acting very strange lately, do you know that?” Alexander seemed caught off guard, suddenly flustered, his gaze evasive.
Elizabeth grabbed his collar, making him look at her. When he looked up again, his eyes were deep, hard to read.
“Alexander,” she called his name seriously, her eyes hinting at sarcasm. She joked, “Have you fallen in love with me?”
Alexander was completely taken aback. He removed her hand, but she grabbed him again, insisting he look at her. “Answer my question!” Elizabeth demanded.
A complex expression grew on Alexander’s face. He looked at her, feeling as if part of his heart had been punched. Had he fallen in love with Elizabeth? He couldn’t even answer that himself.