Chapter 73

Alexander’s eyes widened in shock. He knew Elizabeth had been acting strangely lately, but he never thought she’d say something like this!

“Elizabeth, do you even hear yourself?” Alexander stepped forward, gripping her wrist tightly.

Elizabeth bit her lip, feeling the pain from his grip. She could feel his fingers tightening, a reaction to her words that had clearly angered him. If Esme died, she wouldn’t get away with it.

Elizabeth tilted her head up, looking at the man she had loved for years. There was no warmth in her eyes anymore, just a deep sense of unfamiliarity. She used to think that if she ever stopped loving Alexander, her life would be hopeless. Now she realized that without loving him, her life could be even more vibrant.

Elizabeth smirked, her eyes slowly lifting. Her fingertips hooked onto Alexander’s collar, pulling him closer. In the dimly lit hallway, her face was shrouded in shadow, her cheekbones blurred, giving off an indescribable sense of mystery.

Alexander frowned, leaning towards her, one hand bracing against the wall. Elizabeth leaned close to his ear, let out a soft laugh, and then arrogantly declared, “I said, I want Esme dead!”

A tingling sensation spread through Alexander’s ear! He raised his hand and pushed Elizabeth away, his face dark with visible anger. Elizabeth stepped back, her back against the cold wall, then she laughed, looking like a beautiful madwoman.

“Elizabeth, you lunatic!” Alexander pointed at her, gritting his teeth. But for a moment, he had to admit, he had no way to deal with Elizabeth!

“I think being a lunatic isn’t so bad,” Elizabeth sighed. Seeing that Alexander no longer blocked her, she walked away on her own. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and turned back to him. The warm yellow light fell on her, and a faint, bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. She calmly said, “Do you think a madman can understand love?”

Alexander’s eyes grew dark, staring intently at Elizabeth, his right hand slowly clenching. The air around them grew cold.

Did lunatics know about love? Elizabeth was truly mad, spouting nonsense! Their eyes met, and everything around them fell silent. Elizabeth dropped all pretense of a smile, her eyes darkening, whispering softly to herself, “Alexander, only a lunatic would love you unconditionally for seven years.”

Alexander couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he could see her lips moving and her dejected expression. Elizabeth turned and walked away quickly. Alexander stood there, not knowing why, but his heart felt empty, causing a dull pain. Elizabeth had hurt Esme, and he was supposed to seek justice for Esme. Seeing Elizabeth leave like that, his heart felt like it was crawling with ants, making him extremely uneasy.

Suddenly, Kieran’s voice came from behind Alexander. He turned around to see Kieran in a white shirt, a suit jacket draped over his arm, repeating Elizabeth’s words with interest, “Do lunatics understand love?”

Alexander’s brow immediately furrowed, and he questioned, “Kieran, were you eavesdropping?”

“How could you think I was eavesdropping? It was an accident; I just happened to be going to the bathroom.” Kieran pouted, looking very aggrieved.

“Alexander, what are you busy with? Why did you just get here? You missed quite a show!” Kieran walked over, placing a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. But Alexander was feeling troubled and had no interest in listening to him.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom, intending to tell Lily that she was going home. But as she approached the wine tower, she ran into Esme. Esme was talking to a male waiter, nodding slightly. When Esme looked up, she saw Elizabeth. Esme was wearing Alexander’s black suit jacket, holding a glass of wine. Her eyes were filled with hostility as she looked at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth glanced at the waiter, then at Esme. She ignored Esme and tried to walk past her. Esme reached out and grabbed Elizabeth’s arm, saying, “Are you satisfied?”

Elizabeth looked at Esme and thought that no wonder Esme was the woman…