She had already arranged everything for herself, with no plans to see him again in this lifetime. Holding him at this moment felt like a farewell for life.
"Honey—"
"You should go."
She let go of him.
"So, you're really leaving?" Alexander Kingsley's teasing voice sounded, his large hand releasing her waist. "Don't let anyone bully you while fighting outside."
As for her, Alexander was already used to it; rebellious, causing trouble every few days. Every time, it was Alexander cleaning up her mess. Last time, during a fight, she left a bunch of men beaten into pig heads, with varying degrees of injury, detained by police, and it was Alexander who personally got her released.
But she wasn't to blame for that incident.
The other side attempted to assault her—
Alexander had a thought; she did well.
If those people had touched her, he might personally have incapacitated them.
