Chapter 698

Elizabeth turned her head to look at Alexander. “What?”

Alexander was silent for a few seconds. He looked at her and asked again, “Are you leaving?”

Elizabeth replied indifferently, “What, you can’t bear to see me go?”

Then they looked at each other. Their eyes met, and it had been a long time since they had looked at each other like this. But the emotions in their eyes had changed. In the past, the reluctant gaze would only appear in Elizabeth’s eyes. But now, the reluctant gaze was in Alexander’s eyes. In the past, the indifferent and amused look would only appear in Alexander’s eyes, but now it was in Elizabeth’s.

“If I said I can’t bear to see you go, would you stay a little longer?” He pressed his lips together, watching the elevator numbers change. It quickly reached the first floor.

Elizabeth looked at him and laughed. “You’re not sincere enough.”

Alexander remained silent, for he didn’t know how to ask for help. He had never asked anyone for anything since he was a child.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. Alexander’s gesture of holding his stomach was noticed by Elizabeth.

Elizabeth sighed and said, “Come with me.”

Alexander looked up. Elizabeth stepped out of the elevator and noticed that he was still inside. She then looked at him and said more firmly, “Come out.”

Alexander hesitated. There was an inexplicable hint of grievance in his eyes as he looked at her. And Elizabeth had never seen this side of him. She ignored him and walked ahead.

Alexander hurried to catch up. Although he didn’t know what she wanted him to do, he was willing to follow her.

They walked through the long outpatient department, witnessing the melancholy and wandering of the patients, and the sight of cigarette butts everywhere.

Elizabeth had her hands in her pockets and occasionally looked back. Because of his stomach pain, Alexander’s steps were unusually slow. Perhaps it wasn’t just because of the stomach pain, but because he wanted to spend more time with her.

Chapter 698

Alexander looked steadily at Elizabeth’s back. Usually, she would follow Alexander, but now it was Alexander following her.

“Alexander, walk faster,” she said, gradually losing patience and urging him.

Alexander looked up at her, his voice low. “I can’t walk fast.”

“Do you want me to get a wheelchair and push you?” Elizabeth asked irritably.

Alexander paused and then simply stopped, looking at her. He didn’t speak, but Elizabeth saw his answer from his actions and expression, which was saying yes.

Elizabeth was speechless. She then walked ahead with a cold expression, and Alexander continued to follow.

Moments later, they arrived at the emergency room. Alexander looked at Elizabeth in confusion.

Elizabeth directly called a familiar person and said, “Mr. Tudor’s stomach is acting up again. Please take a look at him.”

Only then did Alexander realize that she wasn’t leaving or handling other matters, but getting him medical attention. He then watched her running around for him, and it felt like a night three years ago: He had a stomach problem and ended up in the emergency room at night. She was in her loungewear, wearing a knitted cardigan and slippers, running around the emergency room. She was extremely worried, with sweat on her forehead, and stayed by his bedside all night without sleeping.

At that time, he lay in bed watching her busy herself, thinking she was just trying to please him, not taking her efforts seriously. Now he knew that those who trample on others’ genuine feelings would eventually face retribution.

“Alexander!” Her voice reached his ears.