Esme thought, "It's just a bag. What's Elizabeth got to brag about? I'll have Alexander!"

Elizabeth caught sight of Esme's slightly clenched arm and felt a mix of emotions. She had everything, but lost what mattered most. She couldn't tell if she had won or lost.

The more Esme stared at Elizabeth, the more irritated she became. "Percy, your bag's ready," the server reminded Elizabeth. Ms. Po nodded.

She was about to pay when Alexander stepped up and stood next to her. "Let me," he said. Elizabeth's hand, holding the credit card, was suddenly pressed down. She looked up to see Alexander handing over his card.

Elizabeth paused and instinctively glanced behind her. She saw Esme's face darken. Esme's right hand was clenched into a fist, totally confused why Alexander would pay for Elizabeth. Alexander even pushed her hand away to pay for Elizabeth!

Esme bit her lip, holding back her frustration, and walked over to Alexander, smiling at Elizabeth. "Since Alexander's giving it to you, just take it. You were married to him after all."

Elizabeth squinted her eyes. Esme continued, "Even though you two are divorced, you're still friends. It's no big deal for Alexander to give you two bags. Elizabeth, don't feel pressured."

Elizabeth was speechless. Alexander frowned slightly. He said to Elizabeth in a low voice, "No other intentions. Never mind."

Lame immediately clung to Alexander's arm, her displeasure clear as day. She wanted to assert her position as his wife to put Elizabeth in her place. But clearly, Alexander wasn't playing along.

"No need. Thanks, Mr. Tudor," Elizabeth said, handing Alexander's credit card back. Elizabeth gave her own card to the server and said calmly, "Charge this, please."

Alexander moved his lips, clearly wanting to say something. But seeing Elizabeth so indifferent, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

In a daze, Alexander thought back to the first year he and Elizabeth were married. Elizabeth would always drag him shopping, always so cautious. He had never paid for her and never done what a husband should do. He felt guilty towards Elizabeth, and this was something he had to admit.

Alexander watched Elizabeth's back, his eyes gradually dimming, his heart filled with an indescribable feeling. It was deep guilt.

"Alexander," Esme called out with a laugh. Alexander turned his head to her. "Yeah?"

Esme looked disappointed. "Are you going to leave with her?"

Alexander kept his eyes on Elizabeth. It felt like his heart was being taken away.

"What do you like? I'll buy it for you." Alexander dodged the question. Esme bit her lip and huffed, "I don't want to rely on a man. I can buy it myself."

Alexander smiled faintly. "Are you mad?" Seeing the smile on his face, Esme continued to act coy. How rare it was to see Alexander smile.

"Alright, I'll buy everything for you, okay?" Alexander handed his card to the server, his tone calm. "Wrap everything up and send it to the Russell Family."

Esme looked at Alexander, her possessiveness flaring up. She secretly vowed to hold onto Alexander even tighter.

Alexander's phone suddenly rang. He saw a text message: Maurice: Uncle Alexander, Elizabeth asked me to eat!