Unrepairable Love

Chapter 273

Elizabeth finally got divorced. This was the closest Lime had ever been to becoming Mrs. Tudor. Alexander quietly pulled out his phone to call Nolan, but Esme grabbed his hand. “Don’t,” she said. “You have a fever and need to go to the hospital. If something happens to you, I can’t explain it to the Russell family.” Alexander put his phone away and tried calling Nolan again.

Esme asked, “Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?”

Alexander paused for a few seconds, then explained, “Esme, you need to go to the hospital now, understand?”

“I don’t get it. I haven’t seen you all day, and now that I do, you’re trying to get rid of me!” Esme squatted down, crying. Alexander looked at her, sighed, and seemed helpless.

“I made a small mistake, and you treat me like this. I almost died for you, did I overcomplain?” Esme’s voice was muffled as she covered her face.

Alexander’s expression turned cold. He hated when Esme brought up the past, but she always did during arguments. He called Nolan and said coldly, “Come to the villa and take Ms. Russell to the hospital.”

Esme stood up and yelled, “Have you never thought about marrying me? Alexander!”

Alexander glanced at her indifferently. “You need to calm down.” Then he went upstairs.

Esme cried out, “Alexander, how can you treat me like this? You weren’t like this before. You’ve changed!”

Alexander paused for a moment. He thought of Elizabeth as he looked down the empty corridor. He quickly returned to the bedroom. The bedroom felt empty, like no one had ever lived there. Alexander lay on the sofa, pinching his brow, feeling irritable. He knew he was growing more impatient with Esme. In the past, when she mentioned saving him, he felt gratitude and pity. Now, he only felt impatience, like she was guilt-tripping him. Alexander closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Nolan arrived quickly and took Esme to the hospital.

Chapter 273

Esme was groggy; she had a high fever. “Nolan,” Esme called softly. Nolan glanced back. “Yes, Ms. Russell?!”

“Where did Alexander go tonight?” she asked.

“Ms. Russell, Mr. Tilford went out with Mr. Getty tonight. I’m not sure,” Nolan replied.

Esme looked tired. “Nolan, can you tell me Alexander’s schedule—Troji now on?”

Nolan smiled and declined. “Ms. Russell, that might not be appropriate.”

“I will be Mrs. Tudor in the future. Is it inappropriate for me to know his schedule?” Esme said angrily.

Nolan smiled and said nothing. Esme kicked the back of the seat. “Nolan, you’re just a lapdog for Alexander! How dare you refuse my request?”

Nolan fell silent. Esme gritted her teeth and started to cry out of anger. She felt everyone was bullying her. Esme took out her phone to call Alexander but couldn’t get through. She was on the verge of a breakdown.