Chapter 92

Declan grabbed Elizabeth’s arm. Thrabeth and Alexander both looked at Declan, whose face was grim.

“Thrabeth, we need to clear things up quickly. It’s better for everyone if you’re fired sooner,” Declan said. Though he spoke to Elizabeth, Alexander knew the message was for him. Declan wanted them to get divorced.

“Get it, Dad,” Elizabeth replied calmly. She signaled Alexander to step outside with her. He followed, noticing her in a simple black dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Her collarbone was striking, but the bandaged wrists and back reminded him of her injuries, sending a chill through him.

“Mr. Tudors, you’re persistent, even coming to my house. I told you, I’m not mad,” Elizabeth said, picking a rose and removing its thorns. Alexander noticed the garden full of roses. “Did Joseph send these?” he asked.

Thabeth sniffed the rose and casually replied, “Viral.” Alexander’s face darkened. Joseph was really going all out.

Elzabeth led him to the door. Alexander chuckled. “In a hurry to get rid of me?”

“The Percy family isn’t welcoming to you, Mr. Tudor. I hope you understand,” Elizabeth said with a cool smile.

Alexander squinted, studying her. Was it her family that didn’t welcome him, or was she worried about Joseph seeing them? He sneered, “Ms. Percy, you’ve become quite articulate since you left.”

Elizabeth leaned against the wall and extended her hand to him. Alexander sighed, “Seems my gift doesn’t matter anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked, confused.

You asked me out here, now you say it doesn’t matter. What do you want?” she thought.

“This garden full of roses is too dazzling, Ms. Percy. Can you even see anything else?” Alexander mocked.

Elizabeth fell silent. The roses were dazzling, but what did that have to do with his gift? Was Alexander jealous? She sensed a hint of it in his tone.

“Mr. Tudor, if you don’t want to give it, then forget it. I wasn’t really interested anyway,” Elizabeth stated, feeling disdainful.

He asked her out, now he wouldn’t give the gift. Was he always this fickle?

Elizabeth sighed and turned to go back inside. Alexander grabbed her arm, anger surging. When did she become so heartless?

“What now?” Elizabeth glared at him, exhausted.

Alexander was stumped. What now? Was she in such a hurry to go back? Wasn’t she the one who used to cling to me?

Just as he was about to let her go, Elizabeth’s phone rang. It was Joseph. She quickly answered, “Joseph.”

Alexander heard Joseph on the other end saying, “Are your wounds better? When are you going back to change the dressings?”

“The doctor said in three days,” Elizabeth replied, kicking a small stone.

Alexander watched her and remembered Kieran had said that people in the throes of love tend to fidget a lot when talking on the phone. Were Elizabeth and Joseph in the throes of love?

“Okay, I’ll come to your house in the morning to take you to the hospital,” Joseph said gently. His words drilled into Alexander’s ears.