Chapter 76

“Sa,” Elizabeth took a step back. A voice, harsh and cutting, echoed around Alexander. It hacked until she hit the railing, causing her to gasp in pain. He’d made it in her tractor. He said, the one and beaten this velveeter. “Where does it hurt?”

Elizabeth’s eyes were red, filled with helplessness instead of defiance. Alexander felt a pang in his chest, growing impatient and oddly irritated. “Tell me, where does it hurt?”

Ever since Elizabeth got hurt, I’ve been on edge, he thought. I can’t calm down! Seeing her like this makes me feel guilty. It’s not my fault she’s in this state! Bothered? Alexander wondered.

Elizabeth lowered her eyes and pointed to her back. Under her butterfly tattoo, two small fragments were embedded. Her fair skin was red around the fragments.

Alexander raised his hand to touch her back, causing her to tremble. He looked at her with a complicated expression. He carefully removed the fragments, cleaned the wound with iodine, and applied… He asked for more fragments; his eyes fell on her butterfly tattoo. Aleander frowned, his fingertip tracing the tattoo. The skin under the tattoo was smooth.

“Do you have a scar here?” he asked suddenly, quickly removing his hand. “No?” he squinted. He pressed her shoulder and touched the tattoo again. Definitely a sort of… The starting point and angle matched Exes’ exactly.

Elisabeth tried to push his hand away but heard him ask, “How did you get this scar?”

Elizabeth’s heart trembled. She didn’t want to admit it was from running into Alexander four years ago. It would only reopen old wounds, reminding her of how she’d risked her life for someone who didn’t love her, yet she couldn’t earn even a bit of his…

Bralech—had she dreamed it as a child?—landed on a vase, and it cut… Or Alender wanted to see the scraping… A smile touched her lips, her eyes welling up with tears. “When we got married, you ignored me. Now that we’re getting divorced, why are you so…”

Alexander tried to speak but didn’t know what to say. “Mr. Tudor,” she began, “could it be that you are starting to take an interest in me?”

The doctors in the emergency room exchanged glances and quietly left. Alexander’s face darkened, and he scolded, “Elizabeth, you’re delusional.”

“Is that so? Then don’t be so curious about me.” With that, Elizabeth got off the bed. “Thank you, Mr. Tudor, for bringing me to the hospital. I…” She was about to leave when she twisted her ankle.

Just as she was about to fall, a warm sensation came from her waist, and she was pulled into an embrace. Elizabeth’s face buried into Alexander’s chest, and the pain from her wound made her wince. She instinctively tightened her grip on his arm.

Alexander squinted, feeling the strength in her hands, and smiled. “Could it be that you did it on purpose?” he whispered ambiguously.