Elizabeth had outgrown the age where a few casual words from Alexander would make her determined to marry him.

“I did respond to you; you just didn’t realize it,” Alexander’s affection wasn’t as overt as Elizabeth’s, so his responses often went unnoticed.

“Stop making excuses. When you agreed to marry me, wasn’t it because you thought you had to marry someone anyway, and it didn’t matter who it was? Alexander, look at where we are now. Even you can’t keep up with the lies you’ve told.”

Elizabeth picked up another glass of wine. The drinks here were all very strong. After six or seven glasses, her throat started to burn. But Elizabeth liked this feeling. It was rare to get drunk in life. When you were drunk, there were no worries.

“I was just slow to realize,” Alexander lowered his head. People said that boys understood their feelings later than girls. It was true. Even though Alexander was two years older than Elizabeth, he was slow to realize that he had liked Elizabeth for a long time.

The booth was quiet. The DJ changed the song, and the chatter around them became clearer. Alexander looked at Elizabeth’s profile; his eyes no longer held the sharpness and coldness they did at work. Now, they were filled with helplessness and guilt. He had adjusted his identity; in front of Elizabeth, he was just an ordinary person. He only wanted to be the Alexander that Elizabeth liked. Not the CEO of the Tudor Group, or even the tycoon of Lisbun.

Alexander’s eyelashes lowered slightly, and he slowly spoke, “Elizabeth, I almost went abroad back then.” The Tudor Group was eventually going to be his to take over, and at the time, Blake wanted him to go abroad to gain more experience before returning to take over the group.

Alexander had refused without hesitation. At the moment he refused, he was thinking of Elizabeth. He knew that if he went abroad, Elizabeth would definitely go with him. He didn’t want her to suffer with him. Because Lisbun was her comfort zone.

Elizabeth was slightly stunned. “Did you also think that I didn’t go abroad because of Esme?” Alexander suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with helplessness. It was a misunderstanding that was only cleared up today, but too late. Elizabeth had indeed heard the news that Alexander was going abroad. But the news only circulated for a day before it ended. When she went to ask Alexander what was going on, he only said, “It’s fake news.”

Alexander continued, “Elizabeth, it wasn’t because of Esme. When my dad wanted me to go abroad, I wasn’t even close to Esme.” Elizabeth’s heart was shocked; she was even somewhat unwilling to believe this was true. The reason he knew Esme was only because Esme was her friend. He gave Esme some respect just to avoid the saying that men should never offend their girlfriend’s best friend; otherwise, every time they argued, the best friend would always advise breaking up rather than making up.

“You did it for me?” Elizabeth said in disbelief.

“Yes, I did it for you,” he told her directly. He didn’t go abroad back then because of Elizabeth. He wasn’t saying this to make her feel moved, but to prove himself. He had genuinely been moved by her and had considered her. He couldn’t speak for how their marriage had been these three years, but he could say that during those four years of Elizabeth’s youth, she wasn’t the only one giving. He had responded to her. It was just that his responses weren’t that obvious.