Chapter 1018 I Have No Right to Interfere
A chill ran through her chest, and she instantly tightened her grip around him.
"Honey, you're gonna choke me," Alexander joked, tilting his head back and pretending to be in pain.
Victoria wanted to let go, but she knew her robe was open, and if she loosened her grip, he'd see everything.
She didn't want him to see. She was shy.
She remembered what people had said about her. They called her ugly.
She knew she had some unsightly scars on her body.
Even she was scared to touch them, so how could he not be?
She didn't believe he genuinely liked those scars. He wasn't that kind of extreme pervert.
During their time together, she couldn't deny how well he had taken care of her, so she thought he must be tolerating her imperfections.
Thinking about those ugly marks on her body, she tightened her grip around him even more.
"It's okay, hmm?" Alexander sensed her unease and lack of confidence, and he softly reassured her.
But she still held him tightly, shaking her head vigorously.
She just didn't want him to see.
"How about you wash up?" he suggested.
Victoria calmed down after a while and nodded, letting go of him.
Alexander sighed helplessly and pressed his forehead against hers. "In the end, you still can't let go, huh?"
Victoria lowered her head, like a little girl afraid of exposing her ugly secrets.
Alexander set her down and left the room.
Victoria heard the door close and reached out to find the wall, leaning against it once she did.
Her legs felt weak, and she had no strength in her body.
But she knew he was waiting outside, so after resting for a bit, she started to undress herself.
She felt the water temperature and slowly walked into the shower, standing under the water.
Suddenly, the phone rang outside the door.
She instinctively turned her ear towards the sound, hugging herself tightly.
Alexander was even more nervous than she was and quickly hung up.
He glanced inside, wondering if he should explain, but she had already turned around.
She was taking a shower.
Alexander only saw her back, but it was enough to make him tense.
Her body had improved a lot since she first came back, and her curves were perfect.
Alexander felt like he was about to lose control, but had to keep holding back.
He stepped outside but stayed by the wall near the door.
He didn't want to go far, afraid she might accidentally bump into something.
Listening to the normal sounds inside, he finally opened his phone and called back, "What's up?"
"Alexander, I think I'm not getting along with Yosef Sharp."
"Hmm?"
"I don't think we're a good match."
"Since when did you start talking so tactfully?"
He deliberately spoke more to let Victoria know he was outside and genuinely wanted to know when Diana started being so indirect.
Diana wasn't usually this gentle.
"As long as you understand my feelings, that's enough. Mom still needs you to speak up for me."
"What about Curtis?" Alexander asked.
"We broke up."
"You broke up and gave him a two-million-dollar watch?"
"How did you know?"
"I saw him at the door when I went to find you."
Alexander had seen the watch on Curtis's wrist but didn't want to meddle.
Diana could give any man whatever watch she wanted; it wasn't his business as long as she liked it.
"Oh, that's it. I ordered it from the brand at the beginning of the year, but forgot about it. When I went to buy a gift, they told me I had already ordered it. It's a couple's set."
Diana said, blushing.
The woman's watch was in her apartment, but she didn't dare to wear it.
Curtis was too comfortable around her, as if he had already moved on from their relationship, so she was afraid wearing it would make him think she wanted to get back together.
Even though she did want to reconcile, she wouldn't go out of her way to make it happen.
"As long as you know what you're doing, don't let yourself get hurt again. We don't need to endure that kind of humiliation."
"Okay."
"I can step in if necessary."
"No need, Alexander. Don't talk to him. You put too much pressure on people."
Diana didn't finish her sentence but hung up.
Alexander looked at his phone, guessing someone had found her, and then listened carefully to the sounds inside.
Inside, it was quiet.
Alexander quickly opened the door.
Victoria was just reaching for a towel.
But when she heard the door, she stopped abruptly, hugging herself again, feeling a bit helpless.
Alexander took a deep breath and quickly stepped forward, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around her. "Are you cold?"
She shook her head, indicating she wasn't.
"You had a fever yesterday. We can't let you get sick again today."
He murmured, lifting her from the floor.
Victoria chuckled, finding his words amusing.
But Alexander heard her laugh and looked at her, feeling a surge of emotion.
Alexander felt like he was suffering, but how could he say it wasn't worth it?
As long as she was happy.
Alexander carried her to the bed and sat her down, gently touching her shoulder and whispering, "I'll get the hairdryer. Wait here for me."
Victoria nodded obediently and listened to his footsteps, waiting quietly.
That sudden sense of security made her lower her guard, leaving only the anticipation of his return.
He was good at drying hair; she had known that from the first day she came to his house.
She didn't know if it was the hairdryer or his technique, but how could he be so good at it?
She had no idea. She guessed he must have often helped women dry their hair before.
He was good at pleasing women, wasn't he?
She silently guessed, and before she knew it, her hair was dry, and she felt his gaze on her, making her blush.
Alexander's fingers touched the ends of her hair. It had been so long since she last cut it short that the ends could now wrap around his fingers twice.
He had thought she wouldn't get hurt again, but each time was worse than the last.
Thinking about this, Alexander's expression suddenly became sharp.
The next morning's news reported that the Bryant Group was facing a breach of contract and was being pressured by the bank for debts.
Meanwhile, in prison, Isabella's skin condition was worsening, and she was being collectively shunned and tortured by her cellmates, confined to a dark corner, wearing isolation clothes, and scrubbing toilets every day.
"She made my wife like this, and you ask me such questions? In my opinion, she deserves to die."
Alexander got up early, dressed in workout clothes, and went downstairs while taking a call.
The person on the other end expressed their concerns, and he responded coldly, "Everything will be handled according to the law. I have no right to interfere."
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