Chapter 872
Alexander chose some warm clothes for Elizabeth. “I’ll wait for you outside. Change and come out,” he said softly, his voice particularly calm in the quiet night. Elizabeth watched his back as the door closed, and the room was instantly filled with only her own breathing. She gripped her phone tightly and quickly changed her clothes. Alexander’s phone was still on the nightstand. As she left the room, she didn’t forget to tidy the bed and clean up the water on the floor.
When she came out, Alexander was leaning against the tile wall. He was tall and thin, his head down, lost in thought, exuding an indescribable sense of fatigue. Elizabeth looked at him. There was no light in the hallway, and the flashlight on her phone illuminated their figures. Alexander looked down at her. Elizabeth’s hair was still wet, but the clothes fit her well. These clothes had been sent over in batches, but he didn’t know when she would wear them. Now she was wearing them, but he didn’t feel happy. He always felt like he was forcing her.
“Let’s go,” Alexander said, standing up straight. He walked ahead, and Elizabeth handed him the phone. The flashlight’s beam accidentally shone on the back of his hand just as he reached out to take it. Elizabeth paused and instinctively held Alexander’s hand. Alexander stopped and turned to look at her. Her fingertips gently held his hand, warm and soft. Elizabeth turned over his hand, seeing the back of it red from cushioning her head when they fell. She pressed on the protruding bones. He immediately pulled his hand back. Their eyes met. It didn’t seem like he was faking the pain; it was real. When they fell, she clearly heard the sound of his hand hitting the door.
“It’s nothing,” he said lightly, then continued walking.
Chapter 872
When he reached the stairs, he waited for her. Elizabeth watched his back and slowly followed, feeling quite guilty. “Elizabeth,” he suddenly called to her. Elizabeth looked at him. “Actually, when you and Esme fell, I was trying to catch you,” he said. In the silence, his tone was particularly sincere. Elizabeth’s eyelashes fluttered, but she felt nothing inside. To be honest, when she fell, she was utterly disappointed in Alexander. “What do you want me to say? It’s okay?” Elizabeth didn’t know how to respond.
Alexander sighed. “Elizabeth, trust me.”
Elizabeth laughed lazily, dismissively. “I trust you.”
Alexander turned to look at her. Their eyes met, and neither spoke. He finally understood what it meant to truly not love. When a woman didn’t care about you and didn’t even want to mention the past, it meant she truly didn’t love you anymore. He had no confidence left. Did he and Elizabeth have a future?
Elizabeth walked past him down the stairs. The Christmas tree in the living room was no longer lit, and the village outside was pitch black. Elizabeth picked up her bag from the sofa. She put on the hood of her coat; her hair was wet, and going out like this would surely make her catch a cold. Alexander shone the flashlight outside. The ground was covered in white, and she realized it was snowing. Snow, blocked roads, power outage, and water outage. What a terrible night. The snow was falling fast and heavy.
As soon as the door opened, snowflakes hit her face but quickly melted. Elizabeth was quickly blown back by the wind. It was so cold, the wind seeping through her neck, making it hard to breathe. Her wet hair stuck to her neck, freezing instantly. Elizabeth instinctively took two steps back.