Unrepairable Love Chapter 463

When Angela first met Alexander, it was at Lisbon University where he was giving a lecture. She was lost and ran into him; she was on the phone outside. He ended up giving her directions. After class, it started pouring, and she didn’t have an umbrella. Alexander’s assistant handed her one.

“Angela, did I just see you bump into Mr. Tudor? Is he your target, right?” her friend teased, poking her arm.

Angela’s face turned bright red. “Oh, stop it! There’s no way someone like me could be with Mr. Tudor.”

Her friend just smiled and stayed quiet. Angela glanced at the elevator entrance, her heart racing as she thought about Alexander’s touch.

Elizabeth went back to her room. She flopped onto the bed, staring at the moving sea outside the window, feeling drained. Kicking off her shoes, she was ready to hide under the covers and call it a night.

But then she got a text from Alexander:

Alexander: [Come out. Let’s talk.]

Elizabeth was annoyed. She didn’t have much to say to him.

Alexander: [I know you saw my message. Elizabeth, I’m on the third door. Come see me.]

She wasn’t about to knock on a man’s door in the middle of the night, especially since they were divorced and practically strangers, even if they were at the same event.

Her phone buzzed again.

Alexander: [Elizabeth.]

She stared at the message, just her name. He didn’t say anything else. Her heart felt a gentle tug.

Over the years, the hardest thing was when Alexander called her. It always seemed like he had something important to say, but it was usually just silence, criticism, or complaints.

She turned over.

Alexander: [You and Ivan aren’t right for each other.]

Elizabeth: [That’s between me and Ivan,]

Alexander: [I’m saying this for your own good. He’s still young and lives on his family’s money!]

Elizabeth: [Don’t act like this is for me. If you cared, why didn’t you treat me well these past three years?]

Her question left him speechless. For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Elizabeth pressed on: [Alexander, Do you know how hard these three years hurt? You dismissed my feelings!]

She gripped her phone tightly, feeling a flood of emotions. But after a while, she swallowed them all. No need, no point.

Elizabeth: [The best thing for us is to stay out of each other’s lives.]

She sent the message. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She looked outside. Who is it? Alexander? Ivan? she wondered. She went to the door, about to look through the peephole. Then she heard a man’s voice, “Elizabeth, open the door. I know you’re in there.”