She wasn't the kind of person who would keep everything to herself. But, since she had doubts, she'd rather directly ask Alexander.
Alexander's eyes twinkled as a slight surprise flashed across his face. "Okay."
Heather nodded and went back to her bedroom.
When Alexander arrived, he found Heather sitting on a sofa and waiting for him in the living room.
He raised his eyebrows, feeling something bad would happen.
When he had come before, Heather had used to be very casual. Her bedroom and study were the places where the two of them had spent most of their time. However, she was now waiting in the living room, and her face looked much more serious than ever.
When he came to her and was about to sit down, he heard her say solemnly, "Sit opposite."
He frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything before sitting opposite her.
"Alexander Christopher, I have something to ask you." She took a deep breath and asked, "Did that sort of thing happen to us the night when I got drunk?"
"That sort of thing? What is it?" he asked calmly.
She freaked out. "Don't play dumb! Of course, it's the sex between a man and a
woman..."
Her voice trailed off. Although she said Alexander was very pure, she was, in fact, almost the same, and she was too shy to say it out.
"No, if you mean making sex," he said frankly.
"..." She had expected him to deny it, but he admitted it! He actually didn't follow the script, which made her unable to continue the conversation for a moment!
She said with exasperation. "But, but you said..."
"What did I say?" he asked with a wicked smile.
She said with shame and anger, blushing. "You said it was your first time!"
"First kiss..." He touched his thin lips innocently. "Isn't it the first time?"
So he had meant it was his first kiss! She was so angry that she almost spat blood!
"You actually urged me to take responsibility for it!" She went mad! If she had known it was just a kiss, how could she have been so stupid as to agree to be his girlfriend?
"I'm very pure and conservative," he said, his deep eyes flashing with light. "My first kiss can only be given to my wife."
She felt her heart race fast, but then she felt sad. How could she easily forget her original intention like that? Obviously, she had been so angry that he had told lies, but now, she actually wavered because of his sweet words. and actually even wanted to forgive him! No way, she couldn't let it go like that!
Taking a deep breath, she forcibly calmed down her heart. Then, she looked straight at Alexander. "Alright then, I'll ask you one last question. Why did you choose me to be your girlfriend?"
He frowned slightly.
"Don't tell me it's because I've taken away your first kiss," she said before he could open his mouth. "We're adults. Let's make it clear. When we first met, I was drunk, but I wasn't stupid due to alcohol. Come to think of it, I didn't tell you my name, but you called me Heather. So you knew I was the Denmark couple's daughter Heather Denmark from the very beginning, didn't you?" She had been surprised at that time, but when he called 'Heather,' it sounded strangely familiar to her, so she didn't think too much.
Heather's eyes were bright and firm.
It was just that she had a little doubt now, and she was thus able to remember the suspicious part.
Alexander breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes."
"When did we meet before that?" Heather couldn't help frowning. "Why don't I remember anything?"
Alexander's eyes grew deep. If Heather asked before today, he might tell her when they had met.
But now, he really didn't have the courage to tell her the truth.
Being kidnapped was really not a good memory. Even though Heather was only four years old at the time, he still didn't want her to remember that. Moreover, he had made her sad for half a year.
He did worry that Heather would be angry with him for that, but he didn't want her to recall the pain.
"Are... you going to tell me?" Heather asked as her heart sank and her palpitations aroused by him had all gone down.
"Those weren't good memories, Heather. Forget it," he whispered.
She gritted her teeth angrily. How could he answer like that? He wasn't even willing to tell her the truth!
Suddenly she thought of her parents. Joshua had told Hazel that no matter what she asked, he would never keep it from her. But why couldn't Alexander do that? "Get out of here!" she said angrily. There was a flash of panic in his eyes.
"Heather..."
"I'm very, very angry now," she said, getting up and pointing to the door. "I don't want to see you now. Get lost!"
She pulled him straight up from the sofa and pushed him towards the door. He turned around. His eyes flashed with a touch of dejection. "Are you... serious, Heather?"
"Do you think I'm joking now?!" she growled. "If you don't tell me, don't show up!"
BANG!
Furiously, she slammed the door and then erased Alexander's information from the fingerprint lock.
She was furious.
Even if Alexander had lied to her, she would have thought it was a little fun between them. But why was he unwilling to tell her when they had met?
If he kept it from her, she had no idea why he had approached her. This feeling of being kept from the truth was too irritating!
She decided to give Alexander the cold shoulder for a few days until he was ready to confess!
Heather ran angrily back to the bedroom, but her eyes were unconsciously fixed on the balcony.
She clenched her teeth in anger and directly drew the curtain! She had to show. Alexander, how furious she was with actual action!
The following day, Heather was woken up by a doorbell.
In a daze, she ran to open the door and stood outside Alexander's servant.
"Miss Denmark," he said enthusiastically, handing a box to her, "Master Alexander has prepared breakfast for you this morning. He asks me to bring it to you."
"Where is he?" she asked subconsciously.
"Master Alexander... said you might not want to see him, so he sent me here," he asked, probing. "Shall I... leave and ask him to come?"
"Who wants him to come?!" she hurried to yell, remembering what had happened last night. She should keep snubbing Alexander at present!