Chapter 22

He leaned toward her, his voice soft, almost gentle. "Elizabeth..." "Are you dumb or what?" Elizabeth frowned and effortlessly dodged. Seeing her resistance, Alexander's expression shifted slightly before he suddenly clutched his injury, as if really in pain. "My arm hurts like hell, Elizabeth. Can you give me a hand downstairs?" "It's your arm that's hurt, not your legs." She scoffed. "I'm out of here." Losing patience, she stretched her long legs and strode straight out the door. "Wait for me, Elizabeth!" Alexander froze for a beat, then quickly got up and grabbed the sleeve of her shirt. His handsome face looked ridiculously pitiful. She couldn't help but glance up at him, stunned for a second. Sure, he's got the looks. But damn, he's a pain. Where did this level of shamelessness come from? She shot a glance at the hand he was pitifully clutching, hesitated, and tried to hold back. In the end, her conscience won. Grinding her teeth, Elizabeth barked, "Fine. But behave yourself. I'll