Chapter 34 Alex Jealous?
Under the red light, Alex's face grew increasingly cold and stern, his thin lips pressed into an even sharper line.
Beside him, Grace keenly sensed something was wrong. Following his gaze, she caught a glimpse of Emily's profile, except there was a man sitting next to her.
Grace narrowed her eyes and immediately exclaimed, "Isn't that Miss Johnson? Who's that man next to her? They look pretty good together."
The cold air around Alex instantly intensified. "Ha, good together?"
He repeated the words, chewing them over.
Grace's tone was deliberately envious. "Yeah, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. So Miss Johnson likes this kind of gentle, refined man. But why are they at the hospital?"
"Don't tell me they're here for a prenatal checkup too... wait, no." She pretended to have misspoken and quickly stopped herself.
Alex's eyes were already glued to that figure, and Grace's words only added fuel to the fire. His deep eyes grew even more lifeless, cold as a dark pool.
He'd just left the family home, and Emily immediately treated his words like nothing?
She couldn't wait to meet Matthew privately before they were even divorced, and they even went to the hospital together.
If they actually got divorced...
Alex's eyes turned ice-cold. His fingers gripped the steering wheel as his foot slammed down on the gas pedal.
The roar of the engine startled even Grace.
She froze for a moment, seeing the man's displeased expression, a flash of calculation in her eyes. "Alex, those two seem pretty close. They're probably on a date, just like us, right?"
Grace's words seemed probing—on one hand, she wanted to see what their relationship meant to Alex; on the other, she wanted to test whether he had any feelings for Emily.
"Shut up." Alex's voice was cold as ice, the pressure around him suffocating.
Grace was startled by his outburst, then pursed her lips in grievance, her eyes reddening. "I'm just worried about Miss Johnson..."
Before she could finish, Alex suddenly jerked the steering wheel, and the black Cayenne swerved out sharply.
Grace gasped, "Alex, what are you doing? It's dangerous!"
Her face went pale, but before she could react, the car had already cut off Matthew's vehicle.
The sharp screech of brakes cut through the street.
Both cars came to a halt by the roadside.
If Matthew hadn't reacted quickly and swerved away, they would have definitely crashed.
Instead of just missing by inches like now.
Had Alex gone crazy?
Matthew frowned, a chilling glint flashing beneath his usually gentle eyes. He immediately looked to the side. "Emmie, are you okay?"
Emily was still shaken. Just as she was about to speak, her car door was yanked open. "Alex, you..."
The moment she met those icy eyes, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the car.
Alex actually dragged her forcibly out of the car.
"Alex, what are you doing!" Emily struggled.
Matthew immediately followed, his tone cold. "Mr. Baker, please let go. You're hurting her."
His concerned gaze fell on Emily's wrist, which was already red.
The oppressive aura emanating from Matthew was completely different from his usual gentle demeanor.
Alex laughed coldly, his eyes sweeping over how Matthew was protecting Emily. He sneered, "Mr. Moore seems quite free. You enjoy taking care of other people's wives? Someone's got a lot of time on their hands at work."
Matthew narrowed his eyes. Even though he sensed the threat, he didn't back down. "Emmie isn't feeling well, yet Mr. Baker is busy taking care of someone else. What, feeling threatened now?"
The moment those words fell, tension crackled between them.
Alex's eyes were sharp and intimidating. "My business with her is none of your concern. Since Mr. Moore loves playing chauffeur so much, why don't you do me a favor and take Grace home."
With that, he pulled Emily with irresistible force and shoved her into his car, completely ignoring how terrible Grace's face looked as she chased after them.
Grace stood by the roadside, still in her evening gown. "Alex, if you leave with her, what about me? I..."
The engine thundered as the gas pedal was floored. The expensive black Cayenne sped off, the cold wind it kicked up nearly dirtying Grace's dress.
She clutched her dress tightly, her face both shocked and dark with anger.
Fine. She had underestimated Emily.
She hadn't expected this woman to still carry so much weight with Alex.
She understood men—Alex's behavior just now clearly showed he was jealous.
Grace's nails nearly dug into her palms.
Meanwhile, Matthew watched the car speed away, cold air gradually spreading around him, but he quickly composed himself. He turned back to his car unhurriedly. "I assume Miss Miller doesn't need a ride from me. Please make your own way back. You can send me the taxi receipt for reimbursement."
With that, he didn't spare her another glance and drove off as well.
Leaving Grace standing there alone, a sinister look flashing across her carefully made-up face. "Emily!"
In the car, Emily was forced into her seatbelt. "Alex, let go of me."
She shook off his hand forcefully. "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to control me? And to talk to Matthew like that."
Alex's face was dark enough to drip ink. He leaned forward slightly, danger spilling from his eyes. "What gives me the right? Because I'm your husband!"
Emily laughed bitterly, her tone mocking. "Husband? When have you ever treated me as your wife? In your heart, I'm nothing but a shield to deal with the elders, a decoration to keep up appearances, an obstacle between you and Grace."
The coldness in Alex's eyes pierced her heart with a dull ache.
"Doesn't it feel great having women on both sides? Spending time with Grace, then coming to find me—aren't you disgusted? What right do you have to interfere in my business?"
Alex was left speechless by her words, frustration rising.
"And you think you're in the right?"
Before Emily could respond, Alex hit the gas, flooring it. The uncontrollable force pushed her back in her seat. Emily gripped the handle tightly, furious. "Alex, you maniac! Let me out right now!"
But Alex said nothing, his eyes growing darker.
He pressed the gas pedal to the floor, the car racing through the empty streets, the scenery outside flying backward.
Emily's face went pale with fear. She gripped the handle even harder, her bloodless lips trembling slightly.
She... she was pregnant. She absolutely couldn't provoke Alex any further right now.
Stay calm. She had to stay calm.
They were now far from the city center streets, and the car was silent.
Alex narrowed his eyes, glancing at the rearview mirror, when he suddenly saw the woman's deathly pale face.
His heart strings jerked violently. Alex slammed on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road.
The car fell into dead silence, filled only with Emily's rapid breathing. "What... what exactly do you want?"