Bringing the Nation's Husband Home II

LVIII | Unworthy of Her

If it was in the past and Isabelle was a far away dream, Alexander might not be as anxious as he was feeling, but now that she was in reach and there was hope, the sudden despair... was too much. Alexander had no idea how to accept that reality.

In the end, she still forsook him for James and the Williams family?

That's right, he knew that since young, they were far more important to her than him, and now that they were in trouble, she would choose to stand by them without hesitation. She wasn't even willing to hear his explanation...

Even if she didn't trust him, he still kept convincing himself not to give up.

His entire life, from his humble beginnings to now, he had never requested anything from anyone, but at this moment, the fear of losing her allowed him to throw his pride and arrogance. He started to beg. [Izzy, I beg you, can you come?]

After sending the text, he seemingly quietened, returning back to his seat and placing both hands on the table as he waited silently.

As the night fell, the street lamps started to brighten and flicker, but just like a statue, Alexander sat motionlessly.

His assistant never once interrupted him, allowing him to sit silently by himself.

When it was 2 am, the originally clear skies suddenly started to darken more, and gradually, big fat droplets started falling down.

The assistant cleared his throat. "Mr. Smith, it's raining, why don't you wait inside."

Alexander ignored him, sitting with his back straight, not leaving the seat at all.

Often, the late rain was brief and abrupt, but two minutes after the assistant had spoken, the amount of dark clouds started to increase and the rain got increasingly heavier.

The assistant hurriedly ran forward, trying to forcefully pull Alexander into the shelter.

Alexander reached out to yank his assistant away before replying forcefully, "I said that I would wait here. I'm not leaving, I will wait for her here."

The rain grew so heavy that their vision was blurred, and the both of them became drenched instantly. Regardless of how hard the assistant tried, Alexander remained firm, and in the end, the assistant couldn't hold back anymore. "Mr. Smith, it's already 2 am, Miss Davis might not come!"

Alexander clenched his lips together as sorrow clouded his eyes. Stubbornly, he clenched his teeth and forced out, "I will wait for her here."

Giving up, the assistant sighed and ran indoors to get an umbrella to shelter Alexander.

After an hour of pouring, they were both drenched, even with the umbrella.

Alexander remained on the balcony all this while. Gradually, the skies began to brighten. When the sun was finally up in the skies, the quiet city was bustling once again, the forbidden palace was crowded with tourists, Alexander's drenched clothes were already dry, and he continued to sit in his place without a moving.

Only at 10.30 am did the silent Alexander finally stand up.

After accompanying Alexander for the entire night, the assistant started to doze off while standing against the wall. When he saw Alexander suddenly leave the balcony, he woke up instantly. "Mr. Smith, where are you going?"

Alexander ignored him, taking large strides towards the door to the staircase.

The assistant followed closely behind, asking once more, "Mr. Smith, what are you going to do?"

Alexander had waited sixteen hours for her, but she didn't turn up, so now, he was going to find her.

If she wasn't willing to forgive him, that was the end and they would become strangers again, but he wanted to fight one more time. If the outcome was disastrous, he would accept it.