Chapter 868

Elizabeth lowered her head and grabbed her clothes. The holes in them seemed to remind her of what had just happened in Dream. She looked down at her feet; both her shoes and pants were dirty. Being this late, Declan was surely waiting for her in the living room. If Declan saw her like this, he would definitely overthink things. Nothing she could do about it.

Elizabeth sighed; there was nothing. "Thank you, Mr. Tudor, for the trouble," she said with a gentle smile. But such words made Alexander’s heart tighten; he felt very displeased. He turned his head to look out the window, no longer speaking to her.

Elizabeth knew he didn’t like her addressing him that way, but sometimes it just slipped out. By the time they arrived at the Tudor family home, it was already 3:33 AM. Alexander opened the door; the lights in the house were all on. He handed Elizabeth a pair of slippers. She changed into them and followed him to the living room.

As soon as they entered, they saw a large Christmas tree in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The tree was adorned with colorful lights, which were twinkling. Beneath the Christmas tree were beautifully wrapped gift boxes, piled up into a small mountain. Elizabeth looked at the decorations in front of the window and couldn’t help but glance at Alexander.

He explained, “I prepared this for you.” This was also why he insisted on bringing Elizabeth to his home. He wanted Elizabeth to see that he was really trying to get closer to her, doing what a suitor should do.

“Thank you,” Elizabeth nodded, very politely. Alexander frowned, feeling both amused and helpless. “Thank me for what?”

“Thank you for preparing all this for me. I’m very touched,” she said, as if going through the motions. Alder felt that sense of powerlessness again. He felt wigglass and utterly frustrated.

Ath called out to him, “Alexander.”

“Elizabeth said, “I’m going to take a shower, Cary. May I borrow one of your shirts?” Alexander pressed his lips together. “There are clothes for you in the walk-in closet,” he said.

Elizabeth was a bit surprised. She even went upstairs with a sense of disbelief. When she opened the bedroom door, the decor inside was exactly the same as when she had left; not a single thing had changed. She opened the door to the walk-in closet and found many of the latest clothes. Elizabeth checked the sizes; they were indeed her size.

“How did you know my size?” Elizabeth looked back. Alexander was just leaning against the doorframe, not coming in. “I went to the stores you frequent and asked,” he smiled.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. She picked out a casual outfit and took it out. She was about to leave the bedroom. Alexander stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not the hostess, so it’s not convenient for me to shower in the master bedroom. I’ll go to the guest room where I slept that night,” Elizabeth looked into Alexander’s eyes.

Alexander frowned deeply. “Do you really have to draw such a clear line?”

“I do,” Elizabeth replied.

Alexander laughed helplessly. “Elizabeth, is this really necessary?”

Elizabeth didn’t answer his question, just looked at him. Alexander stared at her, gritting his teeth in frustration. “Alright, alright,” he spread his hands, “Have it your way, do whatever you want.”

Elizabeth gave him one more look, then went to the guest room with her clothes. As she was closing the door, she heard Alexander curse, “Fuck.” In his tone, Elizabeth heard a sense of helplessness.