Unrepairable Love Chapter 507

“Honestly, I never thought I’d see Alexander on his knees,” Felix said, glancing at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and flipped through some photos, most showing Alexander kneeling at the airport. In one, she saw herself. Even now, looking back at her expression, she seemed so cold; as if she were staring at a stranger. She didn’t even want to give Alexander a look of hatred. It was like he was completely erased from her world.

Elizabeth stayed quiet, turned off her phone, and stared out the window.

“I got my car fixed yesterday and saw Mr. Tudor’s car,” Felix said.

Elizabeth didn’t respond, so Felix continued, “The whole windshield was shattered. The guys at the shop said it happened when Mr. Tudor went to the airport that day.”

Elizabeth sighed, feeling annoyed. She didn’t want to hear about Alexander. Felix noticed her displeasure and immediately fell silent.

Elizabeth put her phone in her pocket, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes to rest. Felix drove quietly, saying nothing more.

When Elizabeth got home, she showered and quickly got into bed. Just as she was about to sleep, an anonymous call came in.

“Hello, I’m a reporter from the Lisbun Daily…”

Before the person could finish, Elizabeth hung up. Soon, the phone rang again. She decisively blocked the number.

Alexander was under a lot of attention, and as the woman who made him kneel, Elizabeth wouldn’t be spared by the reporters. Messages flooded her phone—all probably seeking interviews.

Elizabeth was puzzled, thinking, “This is a new number; how did these people find it?” So annoying.

Elizabeth took out the SIM card, broke it, and tossed it away. She decided to ditch this number. As long as the buzz about Alexander’s kneeling didn’t die down, people would keep calling. Those media folks were relentless.

Elizabeth rubbed her temples, covered her face with the blanket, and went to sleep. She had a dream where Alexander died saving her.

When she woke up, she stared at the ceiling for a long time. ‘Alexander is dead.’ The thought lingered in her mind. ‘Alexander is dead?’ she questioned herself. ‘Alexander being dead is good,’ she thought and yawned. It was two in the morning.

Elizabeth went downstairs and made herself a bowl of spaghetti. She didn’t know why, but she felt exhausted and couldn’t muster the energy to do anything. She twirled the spaghetti with her fork, her eyes staring blankly into the distance. When she finally wanted to eat, only the fork remained near her mouth.

Elizabeth sighed, realizing she had been lost in thought. She rubbed her temples, quickly finished the spaghetti, poured herself a glass of wine, and walked to the window to look at the night view.

The wind was quite cold, making her mind very clear. She thought of Esme’s unrepentant face and found it amusing. Today, she had enjoyed slapping Esme a few times. Next time she saw Esme, she would slap her again. From now on, she and Esme were complete enemies. As long as Elizabeth was alive, Esme wouldn’t have a good day.

Elizabeth downed the wine in one gulp. Her slender fingers gradually tightened around the glass until her veins popped. Only then did she let go.