Without a second thought, the car door slammed shut. The car went quiet, and in the dim light, Alexander watched Elizabeth walk over to the bus stop. Soon enough, she was on the phone, laughing and chatting away. Alexander’s hand clenched at his side, feeling more and more helpless. He really had no way out. When someone was totally disappointed in you, it was tough to win them back.

“Mr. Tudor, you should’ve taken Elizabeth home. How could you leave her here?” Nolan’s voice was icy.

Alexander chuckled, “Take her home?” That would just make her hate him more, cursing him in her mind, he thought.

“Drive further,” Alexander said, feeling his strength fade. He leaned back in his seat.

Kolan’s car moved to the other side, just in time for him to see Elizabeth at the bus stop. Elizabeth waited for a while and ended up taking the bus. Alexander told Nolan to follow the bus.

When Elizabeth was waiting at a red light, she saw the black Maybach behind her. She just glanced at it, then kept chatting with Lila on the phone.

The bus stopped at the entrance of an alley; she still had a bit to go to get back to the villa. But it was a high-end area and pretty safe. After Elizabeth walked away, Alexander got out. He leaned against the car, watching Elizabeth’s figure fade away, his eyes full of mixed emotions.

The phone rang, and Alexander quickly grabbed it to see that it was a message from Rose.

Rose: I heard Ivan is after Elizabeth?

Alexander didn’t reply, and Rose sent another message: [Alexander, you really need to step up. Winning back a wife isn’t easy. Elizabeth must be pretty cold towards you, but whenever you feel like giving up, just think about the old Elizabeth! You’ll see that what you’re doing now is nothing.]

Alexander frowned, gripping the phone tightly. Put himself in her shoes? Compared to Elizabeth’s seven years of dedication, what were these past two days? Elizabeth had been neglected over and over, treated coldly by him, yet she never complained.

Alexander sighed and put his phone away. Nolan also got out. It’s November, and the nights are really chilly. Crisp yellow leaves rustled in the breeze, and Alexander suddenly reached out to Nolan. “Give me a cigarette.”

Nolan laughed. “Mr. Tudor, you’ve quit smoking. Where would I get a cigarette?”

Alexander paused, forgetting about that.

“I wonder if Elizabeth knows you quit smoking because of her.” Nolan was curious. From previous conversations, he felt Elizabeth thought Alexander had quit smoking for Esme.

“She knows,” Alexander replied.

“Was Elizabeth’s reaction? Was she surprised?” Nolan asked.

Alexander frowned. She didn’t seem to have any reaction at all.