Chapter 117 I'm Waiting for You to Get to the Point
"Miss Kensington," the hotel president's assistant greeted her cordially upon her arrival. Victoria merely responded with a polite nod. An unexpected surprise awaited her as she found herself in an office rather than the room she had anticipated.
Alexander was seated behind his desk. He glanced at her robed figure and asked nonchalantly, "Didn't you notice a box on the bedroom desk?" Victoria had been too preoccupied with finding clothes to notice. Alexander, returning his attention to his paperwork, informed her that she would find something suitable to wear in the box.
"Okay," she acknowledged, turning to leave. As she did, Alexander couldn't resist a final glance, adding, "You'll join them later."
"Of course," the president's assistant agreed, bidding her farewell with a nod.
"What did you just call her?" Alexander suddenly inquired.
"Miss Kensington," the assistant replied earnestly, a title everyone had adopted.
"Very well, you may leave," Alexander dismissed him. It was a curious thing that everyone referred to his wife as Miss Kensington rather than Mrs. Harrington. As he pondered this, his phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts. He answered, "Hello?"
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Rumors had circulated that Mr. Harrington had escorted Miss Montgomery to her prenatal appointment. Victoria hadn't seen Alexander again until after work when a Maserati pulled up abruptly before her.
"Come on, hop in. I'm taking you out for a meal," Isabella called out, exuding an effortless coolness as if they were old friends. But they were far from it.
"Can't you invite me without making a pregnant woman step out?" Isabella teased, despite the brisk evening breeze, she graciously opened the car door for Victoria.
Before she knew it, they had arrived at the Harrington Hotel. Isabella linked her arm with Victoria's as they entered.
“Miss Montgomery, Miss Kensington,” the staff greeted them warmly.
“Yes, I've made a reservation,” Isabella confirmed.
“Indeed, Mr. Harrington informed us. The Pomegranate Garden is reserved for you,” the staff member responded.
“Perfect," Isabella acknowledged before turning to Victoria, “You know, you have to book this room ten days in advance. I’m glad I asked Alex to handle it."
Alex. Such an intimate name. Victoria doubted she could ever refer to him so casually.
“The dishes I ordered today are a bit on the tart side. Ever since getting pregnant, I’ve been craving sour foods. Nothing else seems appetizing," Isabella confessed as they entered the private room, requesting the staff to leave them.
“I can’t drink alcohol, so I’ll stick to juice. But you, you can have a drink," Isabella offered, pouring wine for Victoria.
Victoria remained silent, watching, allowing Isabella to take the lead. She had a hunch about why Isabella had requested this private meeting. It was likely due to the previous night's encounter, where Isabella had found her and Alexander together, both clad in robes. It was a situation that could easily lead to misunderstandings.
Moreover, they weren't exactly innocent.
Victoria lowered her gaze, but then again... As his lawful wife, why should she feel any guilt at all? It was Isabella who had intruded upon her husband. If anyone owed an apology, it should be this woman.
Victoria merely stared at her in silence. Her decision not to fight over him was her greatest act of restraint.
"Vicky, why are you so quiet?" Isabella, after pouring herself a drink, leaned in and whispered softly.
"I'm waiting for you to get to the point."
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