Chapter 1028 Touching His Face to Kiss Him
"Mommy."
Strawberry's eyes filled with tears again as she leaned against Victoria's shoulder, her tiny hands wrapped around Victoria's neck.
Victoria couldn't stand for long without her back hurting, so a servant helped her sit down on the couch with Strawberry still in her arms.
The dead pigeon was taken away by Alfred, but Victoria continued to comfort Strawberry on the couch.
As soon as Victoria kissed Strawberry's forehead, Strawberry felt much more at ease.
Before long, it was as if nothing had happened.
"Mrs. Harrington, let me take Strawberry. You've been holding her for a while, and you must be tired."
A servant gently suggested to Victoria.
Victoria didn't respond, just shook her head.
It was as if this voice had often appeared in her dreams during those dark days.
She was reluctant to let go. She thought, Strawberry must be connected to her.
Only at this moment did she dare to believe that she was indeed a mother.
The scar on her stomach was from childbirth.
She couldn't help but gently stroke Strawberry's hair and face. If she were a mother, then she must also be a wife.
Was everything they said true?
If it was true, why had she ended up like this?
Victoria held Strawberry tightly, suddenly afraid to think too deeply.
Because Daisy's voice echoed in her ears again.
They killed her parents, and now they would kill her too?
Victoria held Strawberry as if she had found her only family in the world, but she was careful not to hold her too tightly, afraid of scaring her.
Strawberry whispered and then offered her lollipop to Victoria.
Victoria wanted to smile, but tears fell first.
Strawberry, in her broken speech, said, "Mom, don't cry."
She raised her hand to wipe Victoria's tears. She couldn't speak well or do things perfectly, but she could speak and act.
Alexander rushed back after taking Alfred's call.
When he saw Victoria and Strawberry sleeping on the couch, he immediately went outside to check the dead bird and the card.
Sent from abroad?
Alexander looked at it coldly and said, "The person must be nearby. Get Frank and start investigating immediately."
"Yes."
Alfred, though doubtful, agreed immediately.
After all, Alexander's judgment was usually spot on.
This person, posing as a friend but sending such things, might be part of a conspiracy.
What was their goal?
Alexander returned to the living room, intending to have someone take Strawberry away, but she was still nestled in Victoria's arms.
Victoria was on the outside, Strawberry on the inside, both sleeping quietly.
"Mr. Harrington, Mrs. Harrington spoke when Strawberry cried."
A servant quietly reminded him.
Alexander looked at her.
Another servant added, "We all heard it. It's not fake. Mrs. Harrington was talking the whole time."
Alexander looked down at her again, his lips moving but unable to form a smile.
It wasn't the time to smile. He gently stroked her face.
Victoria felt his hand and immediately buried her face.
"It's me."
He spoke softly.
Victoria's face showed a mix of anger, stubbornness, and displeasure.
Of course, she knew it was him.
She had long been familiar with the warmth of his hand.
It was precisely because it was he that she was unhappy.
Alexander gently stroked her hair and worriedly touched her forehead, but Victoria avoided him.
If he had initially been concerned, she was scared; now he thought it was because of him.
But why because of him?
Everything was fine when he left in the morning, but then she received a package.
Alexander leaned closer to her face, "I heard you spoke?"
His voice was soft, but his cool breath was still in her ear. Victoria immediately turned her face away.
The avoidance was blatant, and Alexander sighed inwardly. He tried to touch her hand, but she avoided him again.
"Daddy?"
Strawberry woke up at the sound, saw Alexander, and looked up from Victoria's arms.
Alexander smiled and touched Strawberry's little face. A servant nearby said, "Ms. Harrington saw it too and cried, but she seems to have forgotten now."
"Good."
Alexander took her from Victoria's arms. Forgetting was probably for the best.
Alexander looked at her and softly said, "How about we ask Grandma to make you a cake?"
"Okay."
Strawberry's eyes lit up at the mention of cake, and she happily went off with the servants.
Hearing Strawberry leave with the servants, Victoria got up from the couch.
She didn't want to be alone with him on the couch, pretending everything was fine.
But her one-sided good intentions, what were they worth in reality?
Victoria felt a bit angry, even though she knew she shouldn't. After all, everything was just speculation.
Alexander saw her getting up and grabbed her wrist, looking up at her, "Can we talk about this?"
Talk about it?
Where to start?
She had no memories; everything was based on what he said, right or wrong.
She stubbornly ignored him, trying to pry his hand off several times but ultimately failing.
Victoria, frustrated, wanted to bite him, but he pulled her onto his lap, holding her in his arms, "If we can't talk it out, I won't let you go."
Victoria turned her head slightly towards him, but still couldn't say anything.
Victoria realized her problem, or maybe she wasn't unable, but dared to say.
Once she understood the issue, she quickly calmed down.
Unable to speak, she just sat quietly in his arms.
Alexander felt both heartache and helplessness for her.
What could he do to make her speak again?
He always knew that one day she would speak again, whether he liked what she said or not.
But he had missed the moment she spoke.
His hand gently stroked hers. He used to love touching her fingers, feeling that Victoria was his, that everything about her was his.
But sometimes, he felt he could never truly hold onto her.
Every time, he missed the opportunity.
If they hadn't separated after getting married, if they hadn't chosen to spend Christmas abroad, if they hadn't been apart for so long.
Alexander held her close and softly said, "Tori, can we be okay?"
Victoria felt his hand pressing behind her ear and leaned against his shoulder.
Victoria never thought she would have a shoulder to lean on.
She couldn't help but smile bitterly. She had endured the darkest times; what more could she ask for?
She used to think she was easily satisfied, so why now?
She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She felt she was wrong; she shouldn't be angry with him.
This peaceful life was good enough.
She comforted herself, then touched his face and kissed his chin.
Alexander felt a mix of sourness and bitterness, looking at her and murmuring, "Not enough."
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