Unrepairable Love Chapter 322

"Ya, don't follow me," Alexander shot back at Lily. Then, he dragged Elizabeth outside.

Lily froze, totally confused. She figured Alexander wouldn't hurt Elizabeth; they probably had some things to hash out. Lily snuck over to the window, peeking out to see Alexander pinning Elizabeth against the door pillar. Her eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but chuckle. She plopped back on the sofa, waiting for the juicy details.

Elizabeth frowned, eyeing Alexander warily, her gaze full of suspicion. Alexander hung his head, one hand on the pillar, struggling to find the right words. But standing there, face-to-face with Elizabeth, he felt his throat tighten, unsure how to begin.

“Elizabeth, lemme say it again,” Alexander muttered, locking eyes with her. “I didn’t accept Esme’s proposal last night.”

Elizabeth’s face was ice-cold. “Yeah, I know. What’s he trying to prove by repeating it a million times?” she mused.

“I’m heading to find Esme now. Got that?” Alexander pressed.

“Yes, got it,” Elizabeth replied, her tone flat and calm.

“That’s it?” Alexander pushed.

Elizabeth shrugged. “What else do you want me to say?”

“What’s up with Alexander today?” she wondered.

“You could…” Alexander started, but Elizabeth suddenly straightened up and leaned in a bit. Her perfume hit him, and he swallowed hard, looking up.

“Beg you to stay?” Elizabeth’s eyes twinkled mischievously. “Like before, begging you without any pride?”

Alexander choked, a flicker of helplessness in his eyes.

“Alexander, I’m human. My heart’s not made of stone,” Elizabeth said earnestly.

“What makes him think I’ll always beg to stay by his side or love him forever?” she thought.

“It’s over between us,” Elizabeth reminded him. “So stop acting all high and mighty. When I stop loving you, that attitude just makes me despise you more,” she thought.

Alexander clenched his fist. Her words clearly pissed him off.

“You don’t care at all?” he asked, his voice low, trying to keep his emotions in check.

Elizabeth just smiled, her answer to his question. She didn’t care at all and found his question ridiculous.

“Even if it’s Esme now, you don’t care?” he asked, his voice tinged with anger.

Elizabeth looked up, their eyes locking, his expression intense. Alexander couldn’t believe she didn’t care. But her calmness made his face burn with embarrassment.

“Mr. Tudor, I don’t care,” she replied coolly. “I’m that doormat?” she thought. “Alexander can marry whoever he wants. What does it have to do with me? Does he still…”

Alexander fell silent.

Elizabeth brushed his hand away. “I’m not going in. Tell Grandma to help her check the results.”

With that, she turned to leave.