Chapter 114 Bending for Her
A flush of embarrassment painted Victoria's cheeks as Alexander's penetrating black gaze swept over her. In the next heartbeat, his lips descended upon hers, crashing into a fervent kiss.
Victoria's heart pounded mercilessly against her ribcage, her thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. His kiss was a tempest, fierce and unexpected, leaving her breathless and overwhelmed. She had not anticipated her first kiss to be so all-consuming, so irresistible.
She yearned to push him away, but the opportunity never presented itself. Suddenly, a knock echoed at the door, causing Alexander's passionate assault to slow.
Seizing the moment, Victoria hastily put distance between them. Her eyes, filled with hurt and anger, bore into his before she wiped her mouth and fled downstairs. As she scampered away, Alexander called after her, "Victoria, your—"
His words hung in the air as the room fell silent. By the time he descended the stairs, slippers in hand, she was already opening the door. She had hoped to use this interruption as an escape, but to her surprise, the visitor was a woman.
Isabella.
Both women were equally taken aback by the other's presence.
Alexander approached, momentarily puzzled by the unexpected visitor.
"Put on some shoes first, before you catch a cold," he said.
He bent down to place the slippers by Victoria's feet, prompting Isabella to stare in disbelief. She couldn't fathom that this man, usually so rigid in his demeanor, would bend down for a wife in name only.
Isabella was unable to accept that this man would yield for another woman, to offer her shoes. He had never treated her with such tenderness and care. And their disheveled appearances... It was as if they had just weathered a storm.
Isabella's eyes lingered on Victoria's flushed face, her swollen lips, and the marks on her neck with undisguised envy. Alexander had never been that way with her. Caught between advancing and retreating, Victoria quickly slipped on her shoes only after being reminded of her bare feet.
"I'll come to see you tomorrow," Isabella announced abruptly, before turning on her heel and departing. Left alone on the doorstep, Victoria felt a wave of shame and anger wash over her. Worried that Isabella might have misconstrued their relationship, she spun around to face Alexander, her words pointed, "Go after her then."
"Why should I?" Alexander responded calmly, his gaze lingering on her reddened eyes and the lips he had just kissed.
"It's late, and she's out all alone... Please, hurry." Victoria implored, her voice laced with anxiety. She was at a loss, unsure of what to do next.
"Will my wife be pleased if I go?" Alexander asked, his gaze smoldering into her misty eyes, each word deliberate, devoid of any trace of submission.
Victoria stared at him, puzzled. What was he doing at this hour? Still playing games with her?
"She's pregnant," Victoria reminded him, her voice barely a whisper. Her sense of reason, her calmness, her objectivity were all but depleted. She remembered Isabella's words from that day. Could it be that he had grown tired of her? That could explain his indifference.
Alexander paused, his head bowed in thought for a moment before he crossed the room to her. Victoria met his gaze with a questioning look, but in the next instant, she found herself swept off her feet. His effortless hold on her stirred her composure with ease.
"She said to find me tomorrow. It's late. Let's sleep," he declared, striding forward with her in his arms. Victoria, cradled in his embrace, forgot to resist. She was utterly disoriented, even as he gently laid her down onto the bed.
He removed her shoes, placing them neatly beside the bed, before sitting down beside her.
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