Arabella nodded. Alexander thought it was odd but didn’t say anything. Arabella hardly ever talked about her family. Her relationship with the Tudors was pretty rocky, except for Alexander. They got along. Usually, she worked in Stellaport, but this time she was back for a break.

“Hurry up and eat, then take me back to the hotel,” Arabella told Alexander.

Alexander nodded and glanced at Elizabeth. Elizabeth was saying something, her face suddenly serious. Blair, sitting next to Sheldon, started arguing. Blair grabbed Sheldon’s arm, looking upset. “Sheldon, I just want to dive into the research! Is that so wrong? You need to stand up for me!”

Before Sheldon could respond, Elizabeth cut in, “No way.”

“Blair, just listen to Elizabeth,” Sheldon said.

Blair couldn’t understand why Sheldon always listened to Elizabeth. Wasn’t he the main investor in this research institute? What was going on?

“Sheldon, is this different from putting a talented person in a janitorial position?” Blair muttered, looking down.

Before coming here, Blair thought she’d be made a manager or the top person in charge. But now she was just an assistant, stuck ordering food, making coffee, and tidying up the archives. She couldn’t stand it.

Sheldon poured Blair a glass of water, signaling her to calm down. It was already a big deal that Blair got to work at the institute. He only got her in because she had some skills and was a relative.

Seeing Sheldon’s silence, Blair knew there was no way to change things. She stopped talking.

With the matter settled, Elizabeth didn’t say anything more. The meal went on pleasantly. Alexander and Arabella finished first; Alexander got up to see Arabella off. He picked up her coat and carried her bag. Elizabeth noticed these small gestures, her eyes showing a bit of disdain. When had she ever seen Alexander carry a bag for her?

Outside the restaurant, Arabella got into the car, rolled down the window, and looked at Alexander, saying calmly, “If you like Elizabeth, then go after her.”

“Got it.” Alexander nodded, his hands in his pockets, his tone very calm.

Arabella smiled. She thought of Sheldon earlier. Her expression grew heavier, and she said to Alexander, “I’ll come find you again tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Alexander smiled.

Arabella left. November was really cold. Alexander checked the time and found a place to sit for a while.

It was around ten at night when Elizabeth finally finished the meal, then saw Sheldon and Blair off at the door. Sheldon was very polite. “Next time, I’ll find a good place to treat you to dinner.” It seemed Sheldon also knew how troublesome Blair was. Blair sat in the car, not even looking at Elizabeth. Elizabeth wondered why Sheldon was treating Blair this way. Elizabeth hadn’t driven, so she had to call a cab to go back. It was warm inside, but stepping out, it was really cold.

Just as Elizabeth was about to call a cab, someone suddenly stood beside her. Elizabeth turned around and saw Alexander looking at her. Elizabeth’s lips moved, trembling a bit.

“You’re still here,” Elizabeth said, lowering her head and shaking her hands as she called a cab.