Chapter 115 Trapped Between Two Hearts
Victoria found herself observing him with a lingering sense of disbelief. His sudden tenderness was perplexing. He was treating her with a delicacy that was reminiscent of a doting husband, placing her gently on the bed, arranging her shoes with care, and holding her gaze with an intensity that suggested she was the only woman in his world. Yet, she knew the truth.
He didn't love her. So, why this sudden display of affection?
Victoria, leaning against the headboard, cautiously met his gaze.
"If you're so intrigued by me, then let's sleep together," Alexander proposed, a playful smile dancing in his eyes.
Victoria instinctively tried to recoil, but her ankle was caught first, causing her legs to go numb before they were yanked down from the bed. Their eyes met, his calm demeanor contrasting starkly with her rapid heartbeat, effectively silencing her thoughts.
Feeling his breath intertwining with hers, Victoria averted her gaze, wrapping her arms protectively around herself.
He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over hers. The room was bathed in a serene silence, reminiscent of the tranquil beauty of a wedding night.
But...
"I can't," she stated clearly, rejecting him swiftly.
Despite the whirlwind of questions in her mind, she was certain about one thing: she didn't want to sleep with him.
"Then try to push me away," Alexander challenged, his deep voice echoing as his hands found her slender waist. Through the thin fabric, he could easily trace the soft contours of her body.
He remembered the curve of her waist all too well; after all, it wasn't his first encounter with it, and he had yearned to revisit it.
Their eyes locked for several seconds, neither of them moving. More accurately, Victoria seemed frozen in place. Irritated yet under his control, she could only express her displeasure through her eyes.
Regardless of her protests, he seemed unfazed, exuding an air of confidence and authority.
The light around Victoria dimmed, and soon she felt a gentle pressure against her lips. Her breath hitched in anticipation.
Alexander held her waist and slowly parted his lips, kissing her in his unique way, as if her lips were a sweet delicacy he couldn't resist.
Victoria’s head spun, but then, suddenly, she remembered something. Not long ago, someone had promised to consider her plea for a divorce. Yet now, that same person was atop her, kissing and caressing her with a familiar assertiveness.
Stunned, Victoria managed to stammer, "Alexander, is that you?"
He traced kisses along her jawline, moving to her neck, his voice low and husky, "Yes, it's me."
It really was him. Her hands clenched the white bedsheets in silence as her thoughts spiraled into confusion once more. His voice was so soothing, his kisses so tender...
But had he kissed another woman like this? Had he shared this bed with another woman?
He must be experienced at this, but regardless of his skill, it wasn’t right.
"Alexander, why are you doing this?" she questioned, her voice strained as she gripped the sheets tightly.
He had reached her delicate shoulder with his kisses when he paused, his gaze probing as she asked the inevitable question.
"What?"
"Why do you want to make love with me?"
Silence ensued until Alexander stopped and fixed her with a deep, intense stare.
"Even if you were intoxicated when you became involved with her, you’ve known each other since childhood, you understand each other, and you were even willing to divorce me for her."
She could sense his displeasure but couldn’t resist seeking an answer.
Alexander's voice turned icy. "Childhood friends don't necessarily understand each other."
"But then, what does it have to do with me?" Victoria couldn't help but ask.
Alexander regarded her in silence.
Summoning her courage, Victoria pressed on, "If you don't love me, why should I be caught in the middle of you two?"
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