Chapter 385 Only Pampering You
Half an hour later, Victoria came out.
At this moment, she was very calm, as if nothing had happened.
But the cold and harsh aura around her was too strong.
When she saw the tall and imposing figure standing outside the yard, the gloom that had just gathered in her heart seemed to be dissipating bit by bit.
But she suddenly remembered what her mother had just said, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.
Perhaps sensing her presence, Alexander, who had his back to her, suddenly turned around.
Alexander took a few steps forward to stand in front of her, his broad hand gently covering her head, rubbing it. "Shall we go home?"
She raised her head a little, her clear eyes now dull, and her whole presence was cloaked in a layer of gloom.
She nodded and responded weakly.
Alexander looked at her, his smile warm like sunshine after a spring rain, with a trace of helplessness, and then suddenly pulled her into his arms.
His chin gently rested on the top of her head, one hand around her waist, the other hand gently stroking the back of her head.
Half of her face was buried in his chest.
"I've always wanted you to show weakness to me, not to be so strong in everything, but now that it's happening, I suddenly don't want it anymore." Alexander's deep, magnetic voice reached her ears.
"Why?" she asked, puzzled.
He said, "Because I can't bear to see you unhappy."
As long as she showed dependence on him, it meant she was feeling low.
She was silent for a while after hearing this.
"So, you accommodate me in everything, go along with me, just to make me happy?" She thought about how in the past six months, he had almost never made her angry, while she often made him worry about her.
Alexander's deep voice sounded, "Yes, because you are the one I hold dear in my heart."
Alexander's sweet words instantly lifted her spirits.
Her heart felt like it was filled with honey, and the gloom hidden in her heart instantly dissipated.
She raised her head, looking up at him with a slight smile on her lips. "Darling, you really have a way with words."
Seeing her smile, he also smiled. "Yes, I've only ever sweet-talked you."
At this moment, Victoria felt a sense of happiness.
Meanwhile, at a window on the second floor, Esme sat watching the two people in the yard below.
Esme and Victoria had just talked about a topic, which was about Alexander.
And it was because of this topic that their conversation had broken down.
"Ms. Penrose, what did Ms. Kennedy talk to you about just now?" Nicholas asked as he came up and saw her sitting alone by the window.
"I told her to leave Alexander, and he wasn't right for her." Esme didn't hide it from him and spoke directly.
Nicholas was stunned. "Ms. Penrose, wasn't that a bit too direct?"
Esme didn't answer him but instead asked, "Nicholas, do you know what she said to me?"
"What?"
"She said, no matter what I say, she won't leave that Alexander. She also said," Esme pursed her lips, "I have no right to interfere in her affairs, and if I meddle in her and that Alexander's matters, she might end up hating me."
Before Nicholas could say anything, she continued, "Nicholas, do you know how familiar those words sound? Because I said the exact same thing to my mother back then."
Esme let out a half-smile. "Do you think I should do what my mother did? And then my daughter and I will repeat what my mother and I went through?"
"Ms. Penrose, this..." Nicholas was momentarily at a loss for words, but finally, he said, "But didn't you disagree with your mother's approach back then? So you and your daughter won't go down that path."
He knew Esme's character was different from her mother's.
She wouldn't let Victoria go through the same pain she had experienced.
Esme mocked herself. "I did disagree, but in the end, my mother won. My mother was right about one thing: not all love can withstand the test!"
Her inscrutable eyes glanced at the two figures leaving downstairs. "If they can withstand the test, then I won't interfere!"
Nicholas also looked at the two figures leaving downstairs and sighed inwardly.
Because some things couldn't be explained clearly in a few words.
Esme's worry that Victoria would follow in her footsteps was understandable.
After all, Esme had also walked this path of sweet happiness back then, but it ended in pain.
There were too many entanglements and grievances, as well as various power struggles.
Perhaps this was why Esme had chosen a family with a less prominent background like the Tudor family for Victoria's marriage alliance back then.
But in the end, Victoria didn't do as Esme had planned.
North City.
A black Cayenne suddenly braked sharply on the road, the friction between the tires and the ground making a screeching sound.
The people in the car were thrown forward and then pulled back into their seats by inertia.
"Mr. Sullivan, I'm sorry. I..." Cillian Lockwood, the secretary and driver, explained, "I didn't know that car would suddenly rush out."
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