Unrepairable Love

Chapter 820

Elizabeth was quite surprised that Alexander would say that. Three months was not a short time.

“Why should I believe you won’t bother me again after three months?” Elizabeth said with a bitter smile. Could he really stop bothering her? He could go back on what he said the day before yesterday. What credibility did he have left?

“Elizabeth, do I really have no credibility at all in front of you?” Alexander said through gritted teeth, his tone filled with confusion.

Elizabeth didn’t say anything.

Alexander lowered his head and said softly, “My stomach hurts; I don’t want to say more.” He had said and done everything he could. The next choice was entirely up to Elizabeth.

Alexander turned and walked towards the dining room. The pasta on the table had long since gone cold. It really was true; he had never been able to eat a meal cooked by Elizabeth, not even a bowl of pasta.

Alexander sat down, picked up the utensils, and started stirring the pasta. Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes growing more complicated. Three months. Alexander looked up at her, his eyes still bloodshot, even filled with pain. A stomachache could be very uncomfortable. Plus, he had been drinking, and his head hurt. Elizabeth felt very conflicted. It was as if she had reached a crossroads in her life, and she didn’t know which way to choose.

To the left, they wouldn’t end things completely. Alexander would definitely continue to bother her. To the right, if he succeeded within the three-month period, she would belong to him. If he failed, they would have nothing to do with each other ever again.

Elizabeth frowned. She didn’t want to go left, but the right path made her equally uneasy. He took a bite of the pasta; it wasn’t too cold, but it didn’t feel good going down.

Chapter 820

In the large villa, the two of them seemed especially small, with the lingering aroma of pasta still in the air. Elizabeth looked at him sitting there, and her heart couldn’t help but tremble a little. This scene was something she had anticipated countless times. He would be out socializing, come home drunk, and no matter how late it was, she would be willing to cook him a bowl of pasta so he could have something warm to eat and feel better.

Elizabeth lowered her head. The originally tilted scales were shifting. The side urging her to go right was getting lower and lower, finally almost touching the ground.

Elizabeth walked over, “The pasta is cold.” Saying that, she took the bowl of pasta into the kitchen. Alexander’s hand holding the utensils slowly tightened. Looking at the empty table in front of him, his brow twitched. He had won. Alexander felt a slight sense of joy. But soon, the stomach pain tortured him so much that he couldn’t feel any more satisfaction. Alexander propped one hand on the table, frowning.

Elizabeth looked back; just seeing Alexander’s back, she knew. His stomach problem had flared up again.

“This year, your stomach problems have been recurring more frequently. Aren’t you afraid you’ll die from it someday?” Elizabeth joked.

“If I die, won’t you be very sad?” Alexander said, his voice trembling.

Elizabeth went to get the medical kit. She mixed a stomach remedy and placed it in front of Alexander, “Drink it all.” She was straightforward, speaking in the same tone as a doctor in a hospital. Alexander just looked at her, listened to her, and drank it seriously.

Soon, Elizabeth brought the pasta back. “Finish it and then go to sleep.”

“Are you still leaving?” Alexander was still concerned about this.

Elizabeth answered just as straightforwardly, “I’m not leaving.” Alexander’s eyes suddenly brightened. He felt half his illness was cured.

“I’m going to sleep in the guest room,” Elizabeth said.

“You can sleep in the bedroom; the guest room isn’t cleaned,” he said.

“The guest room isn’t dirty.” When she was there, the guest room was cleaned regularly. Even if she didn’t use it, the sheets and bedding would be changed. She had only been gone a few months; the villa wouldn’t have mice, it wouldn’t be very dirty. Alexander didn’t argue further.