Chapter 818

“It’s late, and you’ve been drinking. It’s not safe for you as a woman,” Alexander stood up, one hand resting on the back of the sofa. It was clear he had had too much to drink. He could barely stand and needed support.

Elizabeth noticed this, adjusted her sleeves, and said calmly, “You should rest well. Don’t worry about me.”

“Do you really have to leave? You’ve stayed here before. This place can always be yours,” Alexander’s voice deepened.

Elizabeth didn’t respond; she just picked up her coat and put it on. She had to leave.

“This place has never been mine,” Elizabeth corrected him. She used to feel like someone left behind, but now she felt like an outsider. Alexander said this place belonged to her, but when had it ever belonged to her?

Alexander didn’t give up. He came in front of Elizabeth and blocked her way. “Elizabeth, why are you so stubborn?”

Elizabeth remained silent, just looking into Alexander’s eyes. Was she stubborn? She was just recognizing the facts and putting herself in the right place.

“This place used to belong to you, and it still does. When has it never belonged to you?” Alexander didn’t understand. Elizabeth didn’t want to argue with him about this. Alexander’s emotions were surging. The helplessness and guilt in his eyes were about to swallow him whole.

Elizabeth was determined to leave. Alexander instinctively grabbed her wrist. Their eyes met, and he was pleading. Elizabeth could clearly read the emotions in Alexander’s eyes.

“Let go of me,” she said calmly.

Alexander gently shook his head. “Doesn’t your own word count anymore?” she asked softly.

“Elizabeth, if my words counted, how much would I regret?” He frowned, the bitterness in his eyes almost overflowing. He was glad his words didn’t count that much.

“Will this entanglement really lead to anything?” Elizabeth shook her head. “Alexander, I won’t get back together with you. Even if I agreed, the Percy family wouldn’t. No one wants their daughter to fall into the same trap over and over again.”

Chapter 818

“I’m not the same Alexander as before. I’ll take good care of you, Elizabeth. Why won’t you give me a chance?” Alexander’s throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse. He tried desperately to stay sober, but his head was spinning, and his stomach was churning. He took a step back, but his grip on Elizabeth’s hand tightened.

“You should take care of yourself first,” Elizabeth removed Alexander’s hand. She looked deeply at Alexander and reminded him, “The spaghetti is getting cold.”

“Spaghetti can be reheated. But Elizabeth, you won’t even give me one chance,” he smiled bitterly, tears rolling down his cheeks, reaching his mouth, tasting both bitter and salty. His eyes were bloodshot, and he hung his head, unable to say another word.

Elizabeth frowned. “But Alexander,” her voice trembled for a moment, “you never gave me a chance either.”

“Do you have to dwell on the past? Do you have to hold on to it? Elizabeth, do you have to live in the past and make us both suffer?” By the end, he was almost shouting. He didn’t understand; he really didn’t understand. She was clearly suffering too. Why did she have to be like this?

Elizabeth bit her lip, turned her head, and her eyes instantly reddened. She cursed vehemently, “But I just can’t let go of the past!”

“Then tell me, what do you want me to do? Do you want me to die, or do you want me to kneel down to you again?” Alexander looked at her with red eyes. Suddenly, Elizabeth seemed so unfamiliar to him. It was as if he had never known her.

Elizabeth lowered her head, tears falling, unwilling to say anything. “Tell me what I have to do for you to let go of the past, hmm?” Alexander grabbed Elizabeth’s wrist and pushed her against the wall, as if he was determined to get an answer today. He had done everything he could. Apologizing didn’t work.