Chapter 97

Saburi and Dard. Idanklyan. Alexander got in the car. The height, the threat—was he threatening me? Wanting to be the one warned about the dance? When did this become my problem? The wind felt weak. So she smiled brightly and said, “Mr. Tuulor, thanks for your kindness.”

Alexander bonded with her, meeting her eyes. Her smile was like a profile picture, making his heart race. “So, you’re okay with letting me leave alone?” He leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her, his voice low, always competing with the engine. “Aren’t you bringing unease, Malle? Este is already appeased. After we’re divorced, you can move on. But my next relationship hasn’t even started yet. I finally have a man, Fran Tre, but you interfere. How am I supposed to…”

Elizabeth’s lips moved, but she fell silent as Alexander leaned in closer. She quieted down. He was so close that if he moved a bit more, she could kiss his lips. Alexander’s expression wasn’t great, but it didn’t affect his good looks. His features were deep and handsomely defined.

Elizabeth didn’t dare breathe, thinking he was about to do something. The atmosphere in the car thickened. Elizabeth bit her lip. His breath fell on her face, making her ears burn. But then she heard him unbuckling his seatbelt. He looked up at her again. “Why are you blushing?”

Elizabeth didn’t answer. She looked out the window and continued, “If you keep interfering, when will I ever have…”

Alexander’s fingers lifted her chin and pinched her face, forcing her to look at him. His fingers were hot, almost scorching her. She looked at his face, so close, breathlessly ecstatic.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

Elizabeth replied seriously, “The next marriage.”

With Borph? Alexander raised an eyebrow, his gaze moving down from her eyes. She had applied a glossy lip tint, making her lips look especially kissable. Alexander stared at her lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He usually had good self-control, but with Elizabeth, he was on the verge of losing it. He didn’t like this feeling of being controlled!

Elizabeth instantly pushed his hand away and leaned forward, puzzled. “Mr. Tudor, do I need to report to you who I might date next?”

Alexander hesitated, and before he could answer, Elizabeth was about to lose her mind.

Chapter 97

“Alexander, that’s enough.” She pushed him away and tried to open the car door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Open the door and let me out!” she glared at him. “Hurry up!”

Alexander didn’t move but looked outside at Joseph. Joseph hadn’t left. The more Elizabeth resisted, the less Alexander wanted to let her out. “Sit tight,” he said coldly, then stepped on the gas.

The sports car sped away, as if showing off to Joseph. Elizabeth, frustrated, texted Joseph to apologize. Joseph replied politely: “It’s okay. I was late.” Seeing this, Elizabeth felt even more apologetic. Someone as emotionally stable as Joseph was suitable as a partner.