Joseph got out of the car and walked over. Elizabeth took a couple of steps back, keeping her distance from Alexander. That retreat made Alexander's heart ache.

“Elizabeth, am I late?” Joseph joked.

“No,” Joseph was on time; Alexander had just arrived. “Want me to go with you to the hospital for your follow-up?” he asked.

She was about to leave with Joseph when Alexander grabbed her wrist, harder this time. Under the sycamore tree, morning sunlight streamed through the branches, casting dappled light on them. Alexander looked at Elizabeth’s trembling wrist and swallowed. He whispered, “Are you sure you want to go with him?”

Elizabeth looked at Alexander. Their eyes met. His emotions were unreadable, and she couldn’t figure him out. Maybe she never really understood Alexander. She remembered the summer of their senior year when Alexander brought her to school to break off their engagement. It was the same scene, except Alexander was holding Esme’s hand. She had tried to hold Alexander’s hand, asking, “Are you sure you want to break off the engagement?” He had pushed her away and left with Esme, leaving her humiliated in front of the whole school.

“Alexander, stop it.” Elizabeth’s tone was calm.

Alexander’s turned sullen as he watched Elizabeth push his hand away and walk towards Joseph. Joseph opened the car door for Elizabeth and smiled at Alexander. “Mr. Tudor, I’ll take care of Elizabeth. Don’t worry.”

Elizabeth paused at the car door and looked at Alexander. The light illuminated his face, and he looked at her with a burning gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. She bent down to get into the car. Alexander swallowed, his eyes darkening, and suddenly strode towards her. Joseph frowned, sensing Alexander’s intention, and moved to stop him. But Alexander grabbed Elizabeth’s arm and picked her up.

“Alexander!” Elizabeth called out, “You’re crazy!”

He ignored Elizabeth and shot Joseph a cold, harsh glare, snapping, “Mr. Stewart, my wife’s matters are none of your concern.”

Elizabeth was stunned. She looked at Alexander, confused. What was he doing? Was this some weird possessiveness? “Alexander, put me down.” Elizabeth pushed against his chest, frustrated. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” she whispered angrily.

Alexander looked down at her, his voice low. “Elizabeth, if you still want a divorce, be good.”

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

He placed her in the passenger seat and looked at her. “Exactly what it sounds like!”