Chapter 193
Elizabeth glanced into the car and save Joseph’s suitra
Didn’t you take your lager home?
missed your so much I came straight to the hospital,” he said,
abeth smiled at him.
thoner tether he asked.
Elizabeth modded. “Sum.”
Ioseph opened the car door for her.
Once inside, Josephi handed her a gift. This is for you.”
“Thank you so much, but this is too generous.”
“It’s nothing. You saved my dad, and I never properly thanked you,” Joseph smiled. “Speaking of my dad, he wants to invite you to dinner sometime
Elizabeth was unwrapping the gift and looked up, “It was just a small favor, no big deal.”
It might have been small to you, but it was my dad’s life,” Joseph said seriously.
Elizabeth smiled. “Alridd”
The Stewart family had their manners, and it was just a meal. Plus, she could check on his dad’s health again.
As the cai drove away, Elizabeth opened the bar. It was a necklace.
Elizabeth recognized as a rare piece, limited edition, requiring a reservation.
ts a butterfly,” Elizabeth said, pleasantly surprised.
Joseph smiled, “Because you have a butterfly tattoo on your back.”
Elizabeth touched her shoulder and thanked him, “I really like it.”
She did like butterfly designs. This gift was perfect
Joseph paid attention to details, unlike Alexander, who probably reserved all his attention for Esme.
Elizabeth thought for a moment and asked, “Their cruise party in a month, are you going?”
The one in labon?” he asked.
Leth nodded.
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want to go, Fil poin you,” he said softly.
Fabeth smiled but didn’t respond. Joseph, being elegant a and dignified, wouldn’t enjoy such events.
epted the necklart, plopped her thin on her hand, and looked out the window, lost in thought.
tant, I lizabeth took her seat while Josephi went to the testino
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and Alexander nie perfect together. How can Elizabells compare to Exime?”
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Chapter 193
Another voice asked, “Mrs. Russell, who is Nancy?”
Elizabeth turned and saw Esme’s mother, Allen.
“Nancy Allen seemed reluctant to explain.
Erabeth raised an eyebrow, “Mrs. Russell, what a coincidence. You’re dining here too?”
