Chapter 80

Alexander's fingers pressed harder, smudging Elizabeth's lipstick. He let out a soft sigh. The faint light fell upon her beautiful face. Elizabeth frowned slightly and let out a soft moan. That gentle sound completely shattered Alexander's self-control. He lowered his head and kissed her greedily. He had been disciplined, except when it came to Elizabeth. Ever since that night at the bar, his defenses had crumbled.

Alexander grasped her chin, wishing he could kiss her to his heart's content. But he was afraid of waking her up; that would be hard to explain. Reluctantly, he let go, then touched her lips and gave her a light, fleeting kiss. She leaned on his shoulder, and his breathing became heavy.

Suppressing his desire, he looked up at Nolan. “Nolan, take us back to my villa!”

Nolan hesitated. “Aren’t you taking Mrs. Tudor back to the Percy family?”

Alexander remained silent, and Nolan understood. Was Alexander finally taking an interest in Elizabeth? Holding her, Alexander couldn’t help but look at the scar on her back. He stroked it with his fingertip; the uneven skin made him think deeply. Could it really be a coincidence that two women had the same scar? When did Elizabeth get that tattoo?

He looked up, his voice lowered. “Nolan, I need to ask you something.”

Okay, Nolan nodded.

Alexander wanted to ask if Nolan had ever noticed the tattoo on Elizabeth’s back. However, as Elizabeth’s husband, it seemed very strange for him to ask another man if his wife had any tattoos.

After a moment of silence, he asked, “When I was kidnapped, did Elizabeth come to rescue me?”

Nolan frowned, thought carefully, and answered, “Mr. Tudor, I can’t remember clearly. But that day, Ms. Percy was hardly around. Many people said she usually follows you everywhere, but as soon as something happened to you, she hid away.”

The scene was too chaotic; he was busy running around and didn’t notice Elizabeth. Not just the Tudor family, the entire Lisbun was in chaos. Lily had declared that if anything happened to Alexander, no one in Lisbun would have a good time!

“What about Lane?” Alexander asked.

“My…Russell? I remember she just came to the Tudor Mansion, then went…”

Alexander frowned. Time had followed them to many places. “…to the police station. She followed us to many places.”

“If that’s the case, how did she find me, finally negotiate with the kidnapper, and save me?” he quickly asked.

“Later, M. Russell acted on…how Nulan… handled it. Elizabeth was nowhere to be found, but had been with Nolan and the others the whole time and eventually saved him.”

Everything sounded reasonable, yet strange.

“Tudor, is something wrong?” Nolan sensed something was off.

Alexander’s face turned cold as a terrifying thought crossed his mind. Scattered streetlights illuminated the inside of the car, lighting up his face. His expression was serious, his voice even colder. “Nolan, investigate who really saved me when I was kidnapped four…”

Nolan was taken aback. What did Alexander mean by that? Could it be that Esme wasn’t the one who saved him?

“Remember, keep this matter confidential.”