Sheldon let out a helpless chuckle. He knew they’d been married for years.

“Sheldon, from now on, I just want to focus on researching SH2N. I hope we can avoid any more unnecessary drama like this,” Elizabeth said.

Sheldon nodded, respecting her wishes. He might’ve been a bit thoughtless this time.

Elizabeth didn’t notice someone on the second floor had been quietly watching her during the interview. And that “not close” line? It didn’t go unheard.

As she walked past the bouquets at the door, she noticed some flowers had signatures, but many didn’t. She gave them a quick glance and stopped in front of one particular bouquet. She smiled a little, snapped a photo, and sent it to Lila. Then she left.

“Mr. Tudor, Elizabeth’s gone,” Nolan said to Alexander, sounding a bit helpless.

Alexander had come to congratulate Elizabeth. All those unsigned flowers were from him. But he didn’t dare show his face.

Alexander’s eyes darkened as he watched her leave, his gaze complicated. It wasn’t that he couldn’t face her; he knew Elizabeth didn’t want to see him. She seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn’t want to ruin it.

“Mr. Tudor, if you keep hiding like this, how will you ever get Elizabeth to forgive you?” Nolan asked, clearly worried.

Alexander shook his head, checked the time, and said calmly, “Let’s go back.”

They’d only taken a few steps when someone behind them shouted, “Isn’t that Mr. Tudor?”

Another voice chimed in, “It really is Alexander! Hurry!”

Nolan glanced back and saw a swarm of reporters heading their way. It was too late to get Alexander out of there. The reporters had already surrounded them.

Alexander frowned. He was dressed in a low-key black casual outfit. Seeing the reporters, he put on a mask, clearly not wanting to be recognized.

“Mr. Tudor! Are you here to see Elizabeth?”

“Mr. Tudor, did you hear the questions we asked Elizabeth during the interview? Why did you kneel at the airport for her?”

“Mr. Tudor, people are saying you regret the divorce. Is that true? Do you really regret it?”

The barrage of questions made Alexander’s head spin. He looked at the crowd, and all he could hear was that one phrase— “Mr. Tudor, people are saying you regret the divorce.”

His eyelashes drooped slightly. Nolan was trying to shield him from the reporters, signaling him to move back.

Microphones and cameras kept pushing toward him. Amidst the chaos, a low, hoarse voice slowly emerged, “Yeah, I regret it.”