Chapter 654

Alexander stood still, swirling the wine in his hand before downing it in one gulp. He picked up his coat and said to Kieran, “I wish you and Lila a pleasant collaboration. I’m leaving now.”

Kieran turned around, only to see Alexander’s back. Alexander seemed to have lost weight recently, and his figure didn’t appear as robust as before. As he stepped out of the hotel, he noticed it was snowing in Lisbon. Somewhat surprised, he raised his hand, and snowflakes fell densely on his black coat; they were pure and beautiful.

As he descended the steps, Nolan approached from a distance, standing by the car, waiting for him to get in. Just as Alexander was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a slender figure not far away. Nolan followed his gaze and saw that it was Elizabeth. Elizabeth was squatting down, holding snow in her hands. Her coat was thrown on the ground, and she was only wearing a dress. Her hair was casually tied up, and her ears were red from the cold.

Alexander furrowed his brows. Elizabeth was always like this—playing in the snow in thin clothes during winter and walking barefoot in the rain during summer. There was a child living in Elizabeth’s heart. Alexander’s steps involuntarily moved towards her. The snow was falling heavily, forming a thin layer on her head, melting and falling on the tips of her hair.

Elizabeth was about to stand up with a handful of snow when she saw Alexander bending down to pick up her coat. Alexander looked up at her, his voice deep and magnetic. “Aren’t you cold?”

Elizabeth looked at him. She thought of what he had said to her inside, asking her to come back to him. She lowered her eyes and reached out her hand for the coat.

Alexander didn’t speak, nor did he hand over the coat. He was waiting for her to speak. He wanted to hear her voice, even if it was just a word, or if she questioned him. Elizabeth furrowed her brows, expressing her dissatisfaction with her eyes. Her outstretched hand was red from playing in the snow earlier. Since he didn’t give it to her, she didn’t withdraw her hand, and the two of them remained in a stalemate. Alexander noticed her shoulders tremble slightly. He sighed lightly, unfolded the coat, and moved to drape it over her shoulders.

Elizabeth immediately took the coat, stepped back, and put it on.

“You don’t have to avoid me like this,” Alexander said, his tone hurt.

“And you don’t have to get so close to me,” Elizabeth finally spoke. Although her words pushed him away, the fact that she spoke made Alexander happy. It was better than Elizabeth ignoring him. A couple passed by, the girl holding a coffee, and they looked very sweet and happy. The atmosphere between them formed a stark contrast to them.

“I’ll take you back.” Alexander stepped forward.

Elizabeth stepped back. “No need, my car is behind.”

Alexander took note of her retreating steps. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “You’ve been drinking; you can’t drive.”

“Felix is coming to pick me up.” Elizabeth smiled slightly.

Hearing Felix’s name, Alexander thought of the incident on the yacht that day. It seemed that Felix was the one who saved Elizabeth then, and every time she had an accident, Felix was the one by her side.

“What is your relationship with Felix?” he asked.

“Mr. Tudor, you’re overstepping,” she said. It was a personal question, and she had the right not to answer him.

Alexander then fell silent.