Chapter 811

“Did we ever share a bed?” Elizabeth looked at Alexander, her expression indifferent. If she remembered correctly, Alexander had never slept with her, right?

“Mr. Tudor. I’ve been curious about something for years. I don’t know if I should ask, or if it would offend you.” Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested.

Alexander frowned, a vague sense of unease creeping in. It was as if he knew what she was about to say.

“Elizabeth, I’m really good in bed,” he said first.

Elizabeth looked at him and burst into laughter. Alexander’s face stiffened. What was she laughing at?

Elizabeth pursed her lips. “Did I say I was going to ask that?”

“You?” Alexander scoffed coldly. How could he not know what Elizabeth was going to ask? She was the kind of person who couldn’t hide her thoughts; everything was written in her eyes.

“Alexander, I really don’t like that disdainful look of yours,” Elizabeth pointed at him.

“I also don’t like people pointing at me,” Alexander said flatly.

Elizabeth smiled and continued pointing at him. “What can you do about it?”

Alexander remained silent. He just looked at Elizabeth, his gaze growing deeper. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, clearly provoking him.

After a while, he laughed. “If you like it, go ahead. What can I do to you? If I really said I’d kiss you or hug you, wouldn’t you call the police?” he scoffed.

Elizabeth smiled faintly. “Good that you know. So, Mr. Tudor, be mindful of your behavior towards me in the future. Otherwise,” Elizabeth curled her lips, her fingertip landing on her neck, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Alexander nodded. Alright, alright. She was quite fierce.

“You want to take me out?” Alexander stepped closer to Elizabeth. He advanced step by step.

Elizabeth’s expression remained calm and serene. So what?

Alexander laughed and said directly, “You can try.”

“See if I’m willing to give my life to you.” His gaze grew more serious, and he didn’t forget to grab Elizabeth’s hand, placing it directly on his neck.

Elizabeth remained silent, just looking at his eyes without speaking. Although Alexander didn’t continue speaking, his gaze and actions told Elizabeth that he was willing. His life should belong to Elizabeth; it was a debt he owed her. If he couldn’t be with Elizabeth in this lifetime, then whenever she wanted his life, he would give it without hesitation.

Elizabeth removed Alexander’s hand and turned to walk into the bar. At the door, she turned back to look at Alexander. “Your life was saved by me with great difficulty. Killing you would be pointless. It would betray my determination to save you back then.”

“So, Alexander, live well, because your life was almost exchanged for mine.”

After saying this, Elizabeth entered the bar. Alexander stood there, feeling as if his heart had been shot. Alexander’s heart tingled with a faint pain. He couldn’t explain this feeling. He couldn’t help but follow her inside.

Elizabeth found a booth and sat down. Soon, a man approached her to chat. Elizabeth never lacked male admirers. Even in college, when she told everyone she would marry no one but Alexander, men still approached her.

Thinking of these memories, Alexander felt a thorn in his heart. He walked towards Elizabeth. Before he could sit down, Elizabeth spoke, “Mr. Tudor, if you sit down, this booth is on you.”

Alexander sat down directly. He would pay. She could drink as much as she wanted, and he would accompany her. Elizabeth looked at Alexander, her expression growing more complex. She didn’t want to drink with him.