Chapter 1270

"What are you doing?" Lily couldn't help blaming Alexander for making her pluck the leaf. She couldn't bear to discard it.

"Isn't it just a pot of agarwood? How could you like it so much?" Alexander's face was close to hers, as if fearing she might miss him.

Lily was surprised and burst out laughing. 'What's wrong with this man? He's jealous of other men, women, even our son! Now a plant?! He must be the King of Jealousy throughout the universe!'

"What are you saying? Didn't I ask you to come over when you got home?" she said laughingly, holding the leaf to his nose. "Take a sniff. Doesn't it smell nice?"

He sniffed and nodded. "Now that I'm here, can you tell what's different about me?"

Lily pulled back slightly, studying him. She frowned, concentrating. Finding nothing different, she ventured a guess to avoid disappointing him. "You cut your hair!"

Alexander was speechless. 'What the hell? I haven't had time to cut my hair lately; it's barely past my ear. How could she think I cut it? Did I have long hair before?'

"No!" he said, disappointed.

"You changed your necktie!" Lily guessed again.

"No!" Alexander stopped her. "Look." He tilted his head, displaying his long neck. The reddish mark on his smooth skin was striking. Lily gasped, leaning in to examine it.

Pleased, Alexander grinned before she spoke. "It's September. How could the mosquitoes still be so nasty?"

Disappointment clouded Alexander's face. He licked his lip. "You think a mosquito bite caused this?"

"Isn't it?" Lily thought it looked like one.

"Don't you think it looks like a..." He caught her innocent gaze and stopped himself. "You're right. It's a mosquito bite."

"Apply some cream later. It's quite red. Don't touch it, okay?" she said, concerned.

"Okay." Alexander pointed to the plant. "Move it to the back garden. If not—"

Lily interrupted, "No, no! None of you can touch it. I'll do it myself."

She carefully lifted the pot and walked towards her small garden, Alexander watching helplessly and worriedly. Despite her pregnancy, Lily wouldn't stop working when precious plants were involved. Alexander shook his head, felt an itch on his neck, and scratched it unconsciously.

He thought of Edward's words: "Two days ago, I got bitten by a mosquito, and Olivia insisted the bite was a hickey and scratched my face! How could she do that?"