Chapter 783

She didn't dare to forget. When Nolan's car arrived, Elizabeth had just left. But even if Nolan's car had arrived first, Alexander wouldn't have forced Elizabeth to get in. The more you loved someone, the more you respected her. You started to care about her every glance, every tone of voice when she spoke.

Elizabeth said, love was feeling indebted, no doubt. At the same time, love was also cherishing.

“Mr. Tudor,” Nolan called him.

Alexander nodded.

“You two had a fight again?” Nolan asked.

Alexander gave a bitter smile. “She doesn’t even want to have a meal with me anymore.”

“Mr. Tudor, take it slow,” Nolan comforted.

Alexander shook his head. “It’s so powerless.”

No one would understand this feeling of nothing working out.

Nolan sighed. “But Mr. Tudor, Elizabeth has loved you under pressure for seven years.”

“How many seven years does a girl have?” Nolan said helplessly.

If someone was willing to love him for seven years, even if God came, he would belong to her for life.

“It’s all Esme’s fault,” Nolan thought and couldn’t help but curse.

Alexander looked up. “How is she?”

“She’s awake and has been taken back to the station. The Russell Family still hasn’t shown up; it feels like they’re giving up on Esme.”

Alexander found it strange. They loved Esme so much; it was impossible for them to give her up.

“Go check and see what the Russell Family is planning.”

“Yes.”

“Mr. Tudor, let me take you home first,” Nolan opened the car door, signaling Alexander to get in.

Suddenly, some staff were carrying a Christmas tree into the hall.

Alexander looked over and said, “It’s almost Christmas.”

“Yeah, I remember before…” Nolan was about to blurt out, but he thought for a moment and then smiled. “Let’s go back first, Mr. Tudor.”

“What do you remember about before?” Alexander asked him.

Nolan got in the car, fastened his seatbelt, and looked back, seemingly waiting for Alexander’s permission to speak. Seeing Nolan being so cautious, Alexander knew it was related to Elizabeth, so he nodded.

“Elizabeth loves Christmas the most. Every year she would decorate the house with a great atmosphere, always buying a Christmas tree and putting up stickers. Mr. Tudor, you probably didn’t know that, right?”

Alexander smiled. “I knew; she loved it since high school.”

She loved it even more in college. He wasn’t someone who cared about holidays. One Christmas, she brought him a gift. At that time, she was ridiculed by many people. They said she was cheap, that other girls received gifts from boys. Elizabeth probably thought he felt the same way. So she never gave him a gift again. But Elizabeth didn’t know, he fought those people until they were bloody.

Alexander looked out the window. The shops they passed were starting to decorate; the Christmas atmosphere was getting strong. The memories were about to consume him, making his breath hot and somewhat suffocating. If he could have a chance to go back to college, it would be great. He would definitely love Elizabeth well. No one could separate them. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even dream about it. Maybe even God thought he was despicable. So He didn’t want to give him a bit of sweetness.

The phone rang. Alexander took out his phone.

Sheldon: [Our project has made new progress. New Year’s is coming soon, and I’m planning to host an annual meeting. Mr. Tudor, you’re welcome to attend.]

Alexander quickly replied.

Alexander: [Would Elizabeth agree? If she doesn’t want to, forget it. I don’t want to upset her.]