Chapter 38
Nolan went to get the meds. Elizabeth looked at Alexander lying there, a flicker of disdain in her eyes. She gave Alexander’s arm a light slap, muttering, “You couldn’t take care of yourself in high school. Now you’re in your twenties and still the same. Always making people worry about you!” Seeing his pale face, Elizabeth sighed, worry filling her eyes. She leaned against the bedside, arms crossed, staring at him. She wouldn’t get another chance to be with him like this. The thought made her chuckle. “Alexander, I’m really a top-notch ex-wife.” Dragging her ex-husband to the hospital in the middle of the night? That had to count for something, right?
Elizabeth stood at the foot of the bed, watching him. Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Nolan. “Mrs. Tudor, something urgent came up at the company. I have to go!” Elizabeth frowned. “Nolan…” The call cut off, leaving her speechless. She glanced back at Alexander, wanting to curse. ‘Why am I always the one left here?’ she thought. But Alexander needed someone now, so she had no choice but to pull up a chair and sit down. She propped her face with her hand, looking at him, eyes full of frustration. Elizabeth lay on the bed, feeling a bit dejected.
Alexander’s hand moved, and Elizabeth looked up; he was awake. Their eyes locked, and things got awkward real quick. Elizabeth figured he was okay now, so she could bounce. She cleared her throat, pointed at his stomach, and said, “You had a stomach attack. Doc said it’s no biggie, just need more rest.” Alexander glanced at her, throat tight, couldn’t get a word out. Elizabeth pursed her lips, looked at him, and added, “Lay off the booze next time.” He stayed silent. “If you’re good, I’m out.” She grabbed her bag, ready to leave. He instinctively grabbed her hand.
Chapter 38
Elizabeth turned, her eyelashes fluttering. He frowned, breathing heavy, voice hoarse. “I’m in pain.” He didn’t say it loud, but she heard him clear as day. She leaned in, pressing her hand near his stomach. “Where does it hurt?” She knew some medicine, could do basic checks. When he was brought back drunk before, she was the one who helped him out. Alexander felt weak, voice low as he looked at her face getting closer. “Everything hurts.” “I’ll call the doc,” she said, trying to get up. He tightened his grip, not letting go. His eyes were a bit red, still smelled like booze, kinda tipsy. As Elizabeth tried to pull away, she was yanked into his arms. She tumbled into his embrace, his heartbeat thundering in her ears, and her heart sank. He whispered, “Don’t go.” Elizabeth looked up, her heart aching. ‘Does he think I’m Esme?’ she wondered. She lowered her eyes and said softly, “Alexander, you’ve had too much to drink. I’m not Esme.”