Chapter 800

Alexander’s gaze fell on Felix, who stared straight at him, fiercely protective of Elizabeth. Seeing him protect Elizabeth so fervently, Alexander felt an indescribable emotion.

Elizabeth had repeatedly told him she didn’t lack protectors. Without Alexander, countless other men were ready to love her. But she didn’t want them; she only wanted Alexander. But Alexander was different. If he left Elizabeth, there would be no one else in the world who loved him as passionately and purely as she did. Those women who claimed to love him didn’t truly love him.

“You’re young, you don’t understand,” Alexander said, his voice heavy. “Life has many detours. It’s not that I don’t want to avoid them; sometimes I just can’t.”

“I don’t want to hear your grand theories,” Felix retorted. “All I know is that in many moments when Elizabeth needed you, you weren’t there. Not even once.” Felix was deeply disappointed in Alexander. Elizabeth was willing to give up everything for him, but Alexander couldn’t save her even once. This was the difference in how Elizabeth and Alexander treated their loved ones. Alexander would never deserve Elizabeth’s love in this lifetime.

“Felix,” Alexander said gravely, “that’s between Elizabeth and me. Things are different now; I won’t be like I was before!”

Felix sneered. “Men’s words are like the wind; they scatter easily. You’ll forget them yourself by the next day,” he said, disbelieving Alexander. Alexander could feel the thick disdain and sarcasm in Felix’s tone. Felix walked down the steps, leaving Alexander.

Before getting into his car, Felix reminded him, “Alexander, men who don’t keep their word are the most unstable.” He continued, “If you can’t treat Elizabeth wholeheartedly, then stay away from her. There’s only one Elizabeth in this world, and she has only one heart. How many more times do you want her to be hurt and sad because of you?”

Felix’s car drove away. Alexander’s heart trembled violently, as if stabbed, causing a wave of pain. Why did no one believe him? This time, he truly wanted to be good to Elizabeth. He looked like someone who would inevitably hurt Elizabeth.

He lowered his head and let out a bitter laugh. “Mr. Tudor,” Nolan drove up, signaling him to get in the car. After a day’s work, Alexander needed a good rest. Since his divorce from Elizabeth, his life hadn’t been easy. Everything, both his career and marriage, was chaotic and terrible.

While driving, Nolan suddenly asked, “Mr. Tudor, why are your lips so pale? Is something wrong?” Alexander looked up and glanced at Nolan. Nolan always noticed key details, which meant he genuinely cared about Alexander.

“Nothing,” Alexander said, turning to look out the window. Nolan blinked and paused. Mr. Tudor went to see Elizabeth, could it be… Nolan chuckled at Alexander. Alexander looked at him again, wondering what he was giggling about.

“Mr. Tudor, take it slow,” Nolan advised. “Believe that Elizabeth will eventually soften. True feelings would always be reciprocated.” But Alexander remained silent. Could true feelings really be reciprocated?