All Chapters of A Bride for Elizalde, Highest Bidder: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elizalde’s POV . How the hell will I explain to her everything? Damn it. “I don’t know what’s happening, Elizalde. Did Emily stay at the penthouse? You know that Lizzie visits there now, right? She even left some food for you the other day.” I stopped pacing and met Don’s gaze with a sense of frustration. I’m at my wit’s end and don’t know what to do. Despite my repeated attempts to contact Lizzie, she never answered my calls. And now, her phone is not even ringing. I know she’s not home because I’m here with Don, and we are at home. “It’s my fault, and I know that. I only found out that she was visiting the penthouse the other day, and that was the time when Emily dropped me off because I could no longer drive. . . I got drunk, but nothing happened, Don. I swear. I left Emily there, and I got home. The next morning I woke up early and went to the penthouse before coming to work. Emily was no longer there when I got there, Don. So I grabbed the food containers inside the fridge,

Elizalde's POV . "Thanks, Don. I will see you tomorrow. I will get back inside before she notices I'm not around. I don't want her to think of anything else tonight. I've been persuading her since yesterday, and she just got home tonight." "That's good news, Elizalde. Glad to hear that Lizzie is back. Take care of her, man." "No worries. See you tomorrow, Don." I ended the call and looked back at the door behind me. I will check how's Lizzie doing. I have prepared a lot for her inside. I made sure that the maids prepared all the things that she liked. I even ordered and arranged flowers for her. I have finally resolved my problems with Emily and take full responsibility for my actions. The current concern is trust, and I hope Lizze will allow me to explain myself. I understand that I made mistakes and must demonstrate my sincerity and remorse. However, I should have been more aware of my behaviour. Upon entering the house, Nancy, one of the housekeepers, greeted me with a smile

Elizalde’s POV . “Lizzie, please. . . don’t do this to me.” My voice broke as I followed her all the way. She just got out of her father’s office. She didn’t show up at my company today. I thought she would be with the board when I had the meeting this morning. But no. She wasn’t. I immediately came here upon receiving a call from her father. Unfortunately, I have been unable to reach her as she seems to be avoiding me and not responding to my communication attempts. It’s a difficult situation, and I’m unsure what my next steps should be. I recently discovered that she no longer stays at Emma’s place and has returned home to her father’s. I understand this situation is not easy for her, as she now lives close to her stepmother and stepsister. “Lizzie.” I held the car door as she was about to shut it. Our eyes locked, and my heart bled as my eyes were asking for her to give me a little time to explain everything to her. “Not now, Elizalde. I do not want to talk and listen to you.”

Elizalde's POV . "What do you think? Are you okay with that?" Her eyes beamed while looking at me thoroughly. What the heck? Is this for real? My mind speaks. I'm out of words. I'm expecting a different conversation today rather than a work-related one. I've been holding my voice because I want to listen to her first. But I expected something else. I'm okay with the proposal with the two of us in one commercial project, but I want something else. "Yeah. If you are happy with it, I am okay with it." I weakly nodded, still looking confused at her. She smiled and put down the empty cup of chocolate drink that she was having. "Okay. Then, that's settled. Our first photo shot will happen tomorrow morning. Are you free?" My brows slightly raised. Am I free? What sort of question is that, for Pete's sake? It's not like we are strangers. "I'm your husband, Lizzie. You don't have to ask me about time because my time is well dedicated to you. I will make it free for you, Lizzie," I sigh

Lizzie's POV."I'm so happy things are going well with you and Elizalde, Lizzie. I told you, right? Elizalde is a different person now than how he used to be. You are his priority. What else do you need?"Quietly, I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking of what happened last night.I enjoyed the food, the staff, the new Italian Resto and Elizalde. I almost forgot about his promise when we were in Italy. Many things had happened, and I forgot my promise to him.I promised him that I would stick to him no matter what. We will work out our marriage, and divorce will be the last option if we find no hope between us."I will ask you again, Lizzie. When are you going to tell him about your pregnancy?"I blinked my eyes and thought about it last night too."Soon, Em. I will tell him.""And when is soon? Next month? Months? Or not. It seems like you like being alone now. Aren't you? I-I mean, your father was no longer here. Your Stepmother and Snow have flown somewhere. Who knows where th