Chapter 624 Alexander, Help Me
“Elise.” Alexander’s expression suddenly became serious, and he asked, “Can I… kiss you?”
Elise’s face flushed, then she lowered her head and murmured, “You said I was your wife just now, so if you want to kiss me…”
“Oh, right. I’ve just gotten used to saying it.” He smiled, turning his eyes into crescents as he did so before he leaned over and kissed her lightly on the corner of her lips.
It was just a kiss, but all the speculation and the insecurity in her heart had vanished.
She wrapped her arms around his neck so that he could not step back.
“You haven’t said whether you will meet him or not.” Elise sighed and said in a frustrated manner, “I really can’t handle someone like him, so you have to help me deal with him.”
“Really?” He rested his hand on her arm. “You’re so smart, and yet you can’t do anything about him?”
She sighed helplessly, let go of him, and sat back. “That’s right. Kenneth is a very interesting person. He made me owe him a huge favor without saying anything, and he has always shown me goodwill from time to time…” She paused when she said this before she turned her head and said seriously, “Alexander, I’m not a saint. I may not be tempted when there is such a person who asks nothing from me and is always good to me, but I really can’t be indifferent to them. However, I do not wish to love someone else that isn’t you. We are husband and wife, so can you help me with this?”
“Okay.” Alexander held her hand again and patted it soothingly. “I’ll meet him whenever you want me to.”
“Thank you for being so good to me,” Elise said.
He teased, “Is this the only time I’m good to you?”
“Of course you’ve always been this good. The man I love is someone I’m proud to be with,” she boasted.
Alexander laughed. “Are you sure you’re complimenting me or yourself?”
“Hehe. I will praise you when I get home!”
“Hm? Is it the kind of compliment that I’m thinking about?”
Elise immediately said, “No!”
“But I haven’t said what it is yet.””
She just ignored him.
…
Another morning passed by.
Elise stood up and walked out as soon as the bell rang, refusing to give Mason a chance to nag at her.
In the end, he still called her to a stop. “Ms. Elise Sinclair, Mr. Elliot Howard, and Mr. Sheldon Keller, the three of you, please stay behind.”
The three people whom Mason named wore the same expressions. Their faces drooped, and there was a look of hopelessness on their faces as if they had nothing left to live for.
“Mr. Young, you aren’t planning to sentence us to detention like we’re elementary students, right?” Elliot questioned as he knew Mason very well, and there were no rules for speaking up.
Mason rolled his eyes at Elliot. “Young fellow, I am giving you special attention here. How could you show such dissatisfaction? After all, I have to stay here after class with you too, you know? So, quit whining like a baby. Don’t think I won’t inform your parents!”
“I’m not three anymore, so why would you go looking for my parents…” Elliot muttered to himself.
Mason ignored him and continued to ask, “Have you read the exercise set that I gave you?”
“No, I didn’t have the time,” Elliot told him honestly.
Immediately, Mason smacked the rolled-up test paper on his head. “Of course, you don’t have the time. You have to go to class, sleep, and still have to squeeze out some time to play games, don’t you? Even the principal is not as busy as you are.”
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