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Alexander reminded her, âIâm only six years older than you.â
âI know.â
Elizabeth looked up, her face appearing even fairer under the sun. She gave Alexander a puzzled look.
âYou donât want to be my friend; nor do you want to be my grandpa. So, what do you want to be?â
âWellâ¦â Gazing into the quiet and well-behaved appearance of Elizabeth, Alexander found himself at a loss for words, seemingly uncertain of where to place her in his life.
âWhere are you headed?â Alexander quickly changed the topic.
Unfazed by the lack of an answer, Elizabeth replied, âBack to the Wilson
House.â
âWant me to give you a lift?â Alexander noticed she said âthe Wilson Houseâ instead of âhomeâ. He wondered what this young girl was really thinking.
âSure.â Elizabeth waved, out of Alexanderâs sight.
A taxi not far away suddenly drove in another direction.
Usually, Alexander would have a driver, but today he was driving himself. From the driverâs seat, he glanced at Elizabeth, who was diligently fastening her seatbelt.
He realized no matter what she said or did, Elizabeth always looked so sincere. It was hard to tell whether she was telling the truth or not.
Once on the road, he asked, âWhat were you doing here?â
Elizabeth, in her soft and sweet voice, replied, âMeeting a friend.â
âAre you friends with Peter?â Alexander asked playfully.
Elizabeth turned to him and earnestly nodded.
Tapping the steering wheel with amusement, Alexander said, âYou knew him at the party, right? You became close friends so soon that you came to see him!â Elizabeth murmured ambiguously.
Laughing softly, Alexander observed that Elizabeth was a puzzle. She appeared well-educated, yet she often acted innocently naive.
âDo you just want to make friends that much?â he asked her.
Elizabeth nodded, âYes, Grandpa told me to make friends.â
Without betraying any emotion, Alexander half-jokingly warned, âNot everyone is suitable to be a friend. Some might approach you with ulterior motives under the pretense of friendship.â
Elizabeth lazily lowered her long eyelashes, responding with an uninterested âohâ.
Seeing her drowsy look, Alexander raised the half-open window and continued, âHave you heard of the saying about a generation gap every three years? You should make friends with people your age. Peter is too old for you.â
After a brief pause, Elizabeth said with realization, âI see. So, we shouldnât be friends since we have two generation gaps.â
Alexander hesitated slightly, then confidently responded, âIâm different.â
Looking at him with puzzled eyes, Elizabeth waited.
With a straight face, Alexander declared, âI look younger.â
Elizabeth was speechless.
In her mind, Elizabeth thought to herself, âSo this is what they call shameless.â An hour later, they reached their destination.
As she got out of the car, Elizabeth bent slightly toward him and emphasized,
âI owe you one. If you need help, let me know. But Iâll only help you once.â
Amused by her earnestness, Alexander chuckled, thinking, âWhat could I possibly need her help for?â
âIf I did, Iâd be utterly useless.â
He had handsome features, and when he smiled, he looked enchanting in
Elizabethâs eyes.
Seeing her gaze, Alexander casually nodded, âAlright.â
Feeling reassured, Elizabeth waved him goodbye.
When Alexander got home, he received a dossier on Elizabeth.
He opened it, and as he read from beginning to end, his expression grew increasingly serious..