Chapter 77

Elizabeth frowned, and Alexander, teasing, was about to push him away. Alexander pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder. “To satisfy you,” he said, his voice dripping with intensity.

Elizabeth was speechless. Alexander is so shameless. How did I not see this side of him before? she thought. She stepped on his foot. He didn’t back off but let her go.

Elizabeth glared at him, ready to leave, when Alexander frowned and asked, “Can you…?”

Forcing a fake smile, she replied, “No need to worry, Mr. Tudor!” However, as soon as she took a step, she almost fell again! Alexander strode over to support her, but she managed to grab the edge of the bed herself. Looking down, Elizabeth saw her dress was caught on the bed.

Alexander chuckled, his voice deep and smooth like a cello. He walked over and freed her dress. Elizabeth met his gaze, feeling utterly embarrassed. She quickly walked out, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. Alexander quietly followed, a mysterious smile on his lips.

A few doctors were hurrying outside. When they saw the two, they immediately stepped forward respectfully. “Mr. Tudor, Mrs. Tudor!”

Alexander responded indifferently and then looked at Elizabeth. She lowered her eyes, her heart skipping a beat. The title “Mrs. Tudor” would soon no longer belong to her.

“Mrs. Tudor, this is the ointment you need to apply,” the doctor said, handing it over. “Your wounds aren’t deep, but there are many. To prevent infection, come back for a follow-up in three days.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Okay.”

“Ms. Tudor, you’re also a medical professional, so I don’t need to remind you much more!” The doctor smiled, then looked at Alexander and teased, “Mr. Tudor, you’ll need to take extra care of your wife these days.”

Alexander paused, and he and Elizabeth locked eyes, both feeling awkward. Even though they were still married, being called his wife felt strange.

Elizabeth thought, Alexander won’t respond. In his world, he only has one wife—Exme. Just as she was about to speak to ease the tension, she heard Alexander say, “Okay.” She looked at him in shock. Alexander glanced at her, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Elizabeth bit her lower lip. What is this? Is he giving me some dignity? Should I thank him? she wondered.

“It’s really late, and I’m sorry to trouble everyone. I’ll treat you all to dinner another day,” Alexander said politely. Everyone waved their hands.

Alexander then took hold of Elizabeth’s wrist and looked at the others, his demeanor noble and steady. “Then my wife and I will leave first.”

Chapter 77

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in surprise. She almost couldn’t believe it as she looked at…

“You don’t need to see us off.” With that, Alexander led Elizabeth out. His steps were quick. Elizabeth struggled to keep up, her eyes fixed on his face—at her wrist held by him, then at his face.

Alexander was truly handsome, standing at least six feet tall, with a lean waist and a tall, upright posture. His face was so perfect it was beyond criticism, with a high nose bridge, thin double eyelids, thick and long eyelashes, and an exceptionally superior profile.

Elizabeth thought, Even if I have to do it all over again, I might still fall in love with Alexander uncontrollably. Tonight, he is acting so strangely. Why is he being so nice to me? Does he need something from me?