Chapter 62
Alexander's POV
After bringing Elizabeth back, I felt something was off.
Specifically, I started paying too much attention to her every move, especially when she was standing with Aiden.
At the party, she was clearly right beside me, telling me her purpose was to get revenge on Aiden, but when she looked at him, my heart wouldn't settle down.
Elizabeth hated Aiden—hated him so much that she'd even ignore her fear of me just to get me to help her secure this deal.
Yet she still accepted Aiden's request to talk privately.
At that moment, she and Aiden went off to the side, and I couldn't hear what they were saying at all.
She'd said she despised him most, yet she could still tolerate being around him.
In that moment, I deeply felt the dissatisfaction in my heart.
Just as I was about to walk over, a woman beside me fell directly toward me.
I could clearly see her intention and knew she was only doing this to get my attention.
I dodged without any courtesy.
The commotion immediately caught Aiden's attention, and he ran straight over, once again leaving Elizabeth standing there alone.
Looking at her eyes showing no emotional reaction, my heart finally felt a bit better.
Good. Elizabeth really didn't seem to care about Aiden. Talking to him alone was probably just to probe for more information.
When I noticed Elizabeth was indeed annoyed by Aiden's pestering, I smoothly suggested she could teach him a lesson.
Elizabeth agreed right away.
When Aiden was being beaten, I sat in the car watching, but my eyes still unconsciously fell on Elizabeth.
She really did seem to completely not care about Aiden anymore.
I just didn't expect that shortly after getting in the car, she'd suggest wanting to move out.
The baby in her belly was mine—she should stay by my side. How could she even think about moving out?
After washing up and heading to my study, I couldn't focus on the documents in front of me at all.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
I was slightly startled, then heard Elizabeth's voice.
"Mr. Windsor, are you in there?"
I tugged at my tie and said casually, "Come in."
Elizabeth walked up to me, looking somewhat hesitant, as if she had something difficult to say.
I became interested and took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong?"
But quickly, what Elizabeth had said in the car echoed in my mind.
Could she still be thinking about moving out?
My expression darkened involuntarily, and I looked at her with some displeasure.
"Elizabeth, you need to know—I've given you everything you have now. Without my permission, you can't go anywhere."
The words in my heart almost slipped out. After saying them, I clearly saw the shocked expression on her face.
She seemed frightened by my words.
"That's not it." Elizabeth quickly waved her hands in denial, speaking in a flustered manner. "I came to tell you, thank you for taking care of me all this time."
Words I completely hadn't expected came from her mouth. I was somewhat surprised.
She came to see me to say this kind of thing?
I'd completely overthought it.
Realizing this, my gaze toward her carried some evasion, and for the first time, I inadvertently looked away.
"It's not that I don't trust you. I'm just worried about you living alone."
Elizabeth looked up at me, even more surprised, as if these words coming from my mouth were somehow terrifying.
I also felt something was off. These were words I would never have said before.
Meeting her eyes, I continued, "It's getting late. If there's nothing else, go back and rest."
Instead, Elizabeth took two steps closer to me, her tone serious. "Mr. Windsor, you don't have any special feelings for me, do you?"
This question, coming from Elizabeth's mouth, hit right at my heart, leaving me completely unsure how to answer.
Special feelings? Was she talking about liking someone?
But I couldn't possibly fall in love with anyone. What did she mean by asking this?
"What are you saying?" I frowned, my expression completely darkening.
Elizabeth seemed frightened by my expression and took half a step back.
Sometimes Elizabeth simply didn't know how to hide her thoughts—it was completely obvious on her face right now.
She took a deep breath, as if making some kind of decision, and said to me, "Don't overthink it. I don't have those thoughts at all. I'll go back now. You should rest well too."
Elizabeth seemed scared, and asking this question seemed to have taken all her courage. She turned and ran outside.
I stared at her, watching as she nearly tripped, hurriedly closed the door, and rushed out.
The study fell silent again, and only then did I slowly become aware of my constantly changing emotions.
This feeling was very subtle.
Was Elizabeth curious about my feelings for her?
What was she thinking? She'd clearly said we were strangers who could never develop romantic feelings for each other.
But if she didn't care, would she really ask such a question?
I couldn't focus on the remaining work documents. I felt I needed to calm down properly.
Passing by Elizabeth's bedroom, I could still picture her asking that question, and my heart felt increasingly wrong.
I quickly returned to my room, deciding not to dwell on these things anymore.
The next morning, when I got up, Elizabeth was already eating in the kitchen.
She looked no different, as if she wasn't the one who'd come to ask about my feelings last night.
"Good morning, Mr. Windsor." Elizabeth greeted me with a very natural smile on her face, looking like she didn't care about last night's incident at all.
I was stunned and sat down across from her.
"I secured the deal for you. Starting today, things are going to get busy."
My gaze moved down to her abdomen, and I asked, "How's your body? Can you handle the work?"
She wasn't far along yet—Elizabeth's belly was almost invisible under her clothes.
I stared at her, and she instinctively moved back. When I looked up again, I saw wariness in her eyes, and I froze.
Was Elizabeth being defensive?
As soon as this thought emerged, my brows furrowed involuntarily.
I was the child's father. Was caring about the child's condition something that needed to be guarded against?
"Eat," I said to her, dissatisfied inside but unable to show it.
A strange silence spread between us, a feeling that left me very confused.
After breakfast, I suggested going to the company together, but when we got to the parking garage, Elizabeth suggested going upstairs separately later.
I looked at her with furrowed brows.