Chapter 1010 Obedient
After finishing the IV drip, they headed home.
Daisy heard from a friend at the hospital that Victoria had a fever, so she sent a bouquet to Serenade Villa.
When Alexander returned and saw the bouquet, he was holding Victoria in his arms and curiously asked, "Who sent the bouquet?"
"The flower shop just delivered it," Alfred replied, immediately picking up the card to read it.
His expression turned sour as he looked at Alexander. "Mr. Harrington, it's from Ms. Bryant."
"Get rid of it," Alexander said curtly, carrying Victoria upstairs.
Victoria heard the name of Ms. Bryant and started overthinking.
Her arms, which were wrapped around Alexander's neck, loosened.
"I only have one woman, and that's you," Alexander said.
She heard his words, but didn't dare to hold him tightly again.
Learning to keep her distance, not to rely on him, and not to be spoiled might allow her to have better days.
It was said that men like him often had many women, some of whom were exposed, while others remained hidden.
People said that those who were exposed either made a scene themselves or were pushed out by the man to cover up something.
Victoria thought about this and became even more cautious.
She didn't want to make a scene or be pushed out to cover up anything.
Alexander carried her to the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed. "I have a meeting later, so I need to go to the office. Diana will come to keep you company, okay?"
Victoria nodded in agreement.
Even if no one came, as long as she was here, she felt safe.
She had become familiar with the temperature and feel of this place. She knew no one here would harm her, except the person in front of her.
So she needed to be obedient.
Alexander felt a pang of sadness seeing her being so obedient. He held the back of her head and kissed her lips softly. "I'm leaving."
Victoria's heart raced from the kiss.
She waited until she heard his footsteps fade away before daring to press her lips together.
Alexander stood at the door and glanced back at her, seeing her shy expression, which put him in a good mood as he left.
Shyness was better than nervousness.
He couldn't help but touch her.
After he left, Victoria carefully lay down on the bed. She didn't know what he was going to do, nor did she need to know.
She now appreciated small comforts, like this bed, which she liked.
She realized a bed could be so soft and warm.
This winter, with snow falling outside.
She wanted to touch the snow, but it seemed too far to walk from here to outside.
She continued lying down, not thinking about Alexander or Daisy.
Diana slept in her house until after noon, then planned to get up, wash up, and go play with Victoria.
But the doorbell rang.
She grabbed her hair and went to open the door, groggily looking up.
"Didn't sleep last night?"
"Do you need something?"
She didn't want to share her matters with Curtis.
"A friend ordered a cake. Do you want to try it?"
She stared at Curtis for a long time without reacting.
She had forgotten.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
She felt like the sky was falling, but a minute later, she simply said, "Sure."
Curtis didn't say anything else, turning back to his room.
Diana quickly ran back to look in the mirror.
But in the end, she just washed her face and combed her hair before heading to his place.
After all, she couldn't let him think she still cared about her appearance for him.
The house was quiet, snow falling outside, and coffee brewing inside, along with a cake.
She walked in and saw him sitting there, the cake box already open.
"Why did you sleep here?"
Curtis asked calmly.
Diana was wondering whether to wish him a happy birthday or pretend she didn't know it was his birthday, but hearing his question, she was already sitting on the sofa, holding a fork and plate, ready to eat the cake.
Curtis, not hearing an answer, turned to look at her.
"I just woke up, my brain isn't working well. Can I eat now?" She said.
Curtis smiled helplessly, pushing the whole cake in front of her.
Diana immediately cut a piece and started eating.
But the room was too quiet, so after a few bites, she felt something was off.
She glanced at him, then stared at the cake, muttering, "Happy birthday."
Curtis didn't even lift his eyes, just smiled faintly.
"Why aren't you eating?" She asked.
"Who celebrates their birthday at this hour?" he finally said.
Diana felt the cake tasted less flavorful, but since she had already cut it, she had to finish it.
After eating a piece, she put down the fork and plate.
Curtis handed her a napkin.
She glanced at it, took it, and said, "Thanks for the cake. I need to go keep Victoria company. Goodbye."
Curtis didn't say anything, just looked at the missing piece of cake.
She left without looking back.
She rarely slept here, and then this happened.
Curtis thought she had moved on.
Yesterday, she went to drink some stomach-soothing soup made by that man.
It seemed his soup couldn't keep her anymore.
But when Diana changed clothes and left, she couldn't help but glance at his door.
She didn't know why, but she still felt a pang of sadness.
Why did he do that?
Why did he invite her to eat cake?
Diana didn't dare think too much.
Hearing movement inside, she immediately walked quickly outside.
Curtis opened the door and saw her back, not asking the questions he had.
Diana went to Alexander's place, seeing desserts on the living room table.
She immediately thought of Curtis.
Why did he invite her to eat cake?
Was he afraid of wasting it because he couldn't finish it alone?
He was quite frugal.
But not so frugal that he needed to invite a female neighbor to eat cake, right?
When they lived together for a while, he never invited the female neighbor across the hall for a meal.
Victoria was helped out of the elevator by a servant.
Diana snapped out of her thoughts, walked over to her, and gently asked, "Has your fever gone down? Do you feel stronger?"
Victoria smiled and nodded, placing her hand on Diana's.
Diana looked down and felt that Victoria seemed quite dependent on her, feeling a bit proud.
When Victoria sat down, the maid immediately placed a comfortable cushion behind her waist.
Alexander had it custom-made for her, worried that other cushions might make her waist uncomfortable.
Diana saw her sitting quietly and couldn't help but mutter, "You look so good now, quiet, no worries about food or drink, no bad memories."
Victoria listened attentively, but hearing the latter part, she couldn't smile.
She thought for a moment and tried to smile.
"I'm in trouble. That guy's birthday is today, I forgot, but then I remembered. I wish I could forget it forever," Diana muttered to herself.
Victoria listened, confused, but then thought of Curtis.
"Do you think I should get him a birthday gift? I didn't buy anything, but I already ate his birthday cake. It seems wrong not to give anything."
Victoria listened and nodded in agreement.
"Should I go buy something now?" Diana asked.
Victoria nodded.
"You're not feeling well today, so I won't take you out. I'll come back early to keep you company, okay?"
Diana decided to buy a gift and suddenly got up and rushed out.
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