Chapter 821

Alexander was already happy that she could stay. At least this proved that Elizabeth wasn’t that resistant to him. Elizabeth sat right across from Alexander. He was eating spaghetti, and she was using her phone to message her dad, letting him know she wouldn’t be coming back tonight. She also checked the research institute’s messages. Alexander ate very slowly. He cherished the warm moment of being able to sit at the same dining table with Elizabeth. Whether it was the effect of the medicine or the hot spaghetti, he felt his stomach was much more comfortable.

Elizabeth was scrolling through Facebook when she suddenly saw a post from a friend.

[Who understands, the boss is on vacation, and the boss’s assistant is in charge, squeezing us even harder than the boss!]

This friend happened to work at the Tudor Group.

“Aren’t you working anymore?” Elizabeth asked Alexander.

Alexander responded, “I’m taking a break. I’ll go back to work after the New Year.”

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. No wonder he said he needed three months. It turned out he wasn’t even going to the company recently.

“Alexander, aren’t you afraid that those who want to bring you down will take this opportunity to target the Tudor Group?” Elizabeth asked him.

Alexander sneered; talking about the company brought him back to his comfort zone.

“If it can be easily taken down, it wouldn’t be called the Tudor Group,” he said with a cold, sarcastic tone.

Elizabeth squinted.

“How do you know?” he asked.

Elizabeth replied, “A friend posted on Facebook complaining about Nolan’s harsh methods.”

Alexander laughed. He knew Nolan could handle it. The wind howled outside. The two chatted, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious. Alexander particularly enjoyed this feeling.

Elizabeth played with her phone for a while and noticed that Alexander still hadn’t finished eating.

“Hurry up,” Elizabeth sighed. She knew Alexander was deliberately eating slowly. But she was really bored and wanted to go upstairs to rest. Alexander nodded, unable to continue pretending.

After finishing the spaghetti, Elizabeth tossed the dishes into the kitchen. “You can wash the dishes yourself when you wake up tomorrow.” She wasn’t his wife, and she had no obligation to wash his dishes. Even if she were his wife, she had the right not to wash dishes! Elizabeth went straight upstairs. Alexander moved his lips.

On such a beautiful night, he had finally managed to keep Elizabeth. But he could only watch as Elizabeth went to rest. Alexander leaned back in his chair, rubbed his temples, and let out a long sigh. He felt very tired. His head hurt a lot.

Alexander stood up, and his phone rang.

Nolan: [Esme woke up. Her emotions are very unstable. The hospital said she has mental issues. If Esme really has mental problems, the only option might be to send her to a psychiatric hospital.]

Seeing Esme’s name, Alexander’s expression turned cold.

Alexander: [Send Esme to the psychiatric hospital first thing in the morning. Also, inform those reporters that Esme has gone insane.]

Nolan: [Understood.]

Alexander was about to put his phone away when Nolan sent another message.

Nolan: [Did Elizabeth go to the villa? Is she staying tonight?]

Alexander: [How do you know?]

Nolan: [Elizabeth was photographed by the media going to the villa.]

Alexander paused, and at that moment, Nolan sent a photo via Facebook. It was a picture of Elizabeth supporting Alexander as they left the bar and then helping him into the house.

Indeed, the media was always the fastest.

Nolan: [Should we block this news?]

Alexander: No need. Why block it? Let it spread. The bigger, the better!

Elizabeth returned to her room and only then realized that she and Alexander had been photographed together.

[Elizabeth and Alexander suspected to be together, seen going to a bar and returning home together.]