Chapter 109 Alexander, I Hate You
Alexander was still sitting there, silently staring at her empty wine glass before he slowly finished the wine in his own glass.
Victoria thought she had made herself clear.
He was so smart; he must have understood her.
So, he shouldn't be pestering her anymore; he should let her go.
Thinking this, she lowered her head and quickly walked towards the exit.
She was even eager to step outside and breathe some fresh air.
However, just as she reached the door, she heard the sound of hurried footsteps behind her.
Then her arm was seized, and she found herself forcefully pinned against the wall as the man's breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, hit her face.
When she looked up, she was already trapped against the wall.
At that moment, her eyes involuntarily began to glisten with unshed tears.
He didn't know that when he came close, she would be affected and won’t be able to help herself.
She had been trying hard to restrain herself, not to harbor any forbidden fantasies about him.
But...
He kept on catching her, and then...
He gazed at her forcefully, his low voice commanding: "You may not want it, but you can't get rid of it."
Victoria felt her arms aching from his grip.
Why couldn't she get rid of it?
On what grounds did he think she had to endure all this pain?
Victoria looked at him, trying to understand his thoughts.
But his eyes were so inscrutable; she couldn’t make sense of anything.
Her heart pounded like a bass drum, and her vision blurred.
It all seemed so unfair.
She had nothing left.
Why did he still have to bully her like this?
He was even several years older than her.
Clearly, when they first met, he was so polite and considerate. He was exceptional.
Sadly, it was all an illusion.
"Alexander, I hate you."
Her voice was thick with tears; she sounded incredibly hoarse and weak.
Upon hearing this confession, Alexander couldn't help but smile unconsciously and then immediately cupped her tear-strewn face, kissing her insistently on her tear-stained lips.
The moment their lips met, she winced with pain, letting out an involuntary whimper, followed by attempts to push him away, only to find herself pressed even harder against the wall as his kisses grew more intense.
For a moment, she felt as if he had stolen all her breath; she was about to faint.
Her legs even felt too weak to stand. That kiss nearly terrified her.
But soon, he tightly gripped her waist, and the kiss became wilder and more unrestrained.
She felt like her body was being lifted in a whirlwind. Her mind was feverish, and her whole body was burning up.
Then she realized her tiptoes had left the ground, and her slender legs were lifted as she clung onto a strong yet unfamiliar object, no, actually, it was the powerful narrow waist of the man she had always been infatuated with.
Just when she thought she was about to die of fear, his hand squeezed her leg to hold her steady, and then carried her inside.
He strode up the stairs with long steps, and soon, a door made a soft noise as it opened, and then...
She found herself lying on a bed again.
This bed was even softer than the one at Regal Retreat, so soft she felt like she might sink into it.
The man she had fallen for at first sight was no longer just kissing her lips; he even moved down to her neck.
His sensual, slender fingers were now unbuttoning one of the buttons on her beautiful shirt, and then somewhat impatiently, he roughly tore open the rest.
At that moment, Victoria's heart leaped to her throat.
Her hand was clenched anxiously over her chest, "Don't."
"You are my wife."
"I'm begging you, please don't."
Unable to control herself, she cried uncontrollably.
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