Chapter 122 He Said, "Give Yourself to Me"
"Do you love me?" Victoria's voice was a soft whisper, barely disturbing the silence of the room.
Perched on the edge of the bed, her fingers dug into the sheets, the tension in her knuckles betraying her attempt at nonchalance. They were equals, she reminded herself. She had every right to engage him in conversation. But as her gaze fell upon the man standing a few feet away, her confidence waned, and her grip on the sheets tightened.
A smile played at the corners of Alexander's mouth as he closed the distance between them with long, purposeful strides. "Do you love me?" He repeated her question, his tone a mirror of her own uncertainty. As he neared, Victoria's mind seemed to stumble over itself, struggling to formulate a response.
"Why don't you answer that question first?" Alexander suggested, his voice patient and steady.
Victoria's gaze dropped to her lap. "I don't love you." It was the truth. They had only known each other for a handful of days.
A shadow of disappointment flickered across Alexander's face before he retorted, his tone laced with mockery, "If you don't love me, why should I love you?"
"I never asked for your love."
"Oh? Then why did you just ask me that?" Alexander's question was pointed, his seriousness palpable.
"I mean, if neither of us loves the other, why shouldn't we get a divorce? Even if you're tired of Isabella, it’s not her child's fault. Do you want the kid to be labeled a bastard?" In their social circle, such a label was a stigma that was not easily shed.
Alexander's eyes were half-closed, and a look of helplessness washed over his face. She still believed the child was his.
"Let's get a divorce. If it's voluntary on my part, your grandparents won't blame you. I promise," Victoria pleaded earnestly. But her voice was too soft, too fragile, failing to convince him. Her seriousness fell on deaf ears.
"How can you guarantee that?" He gently lifted her chin, his thumb tracing the softness of her skin, a touch so tender he found it hard to withdraw.
Caught off guard by his touch, Victoria momentarily forgot to resist. "I assure you I won’t let your grandparents be angry with you," she continued earnestly.
"What reason would we give them to believe I didn't force you into a divorce?" Victoria was at a loss for words. She lowered her head in disappointment. It seemed that whatever she said was futile. He was relentless.
"What do you want?" Confused, she looked up at him again, her voice echoing the doubts that had been plaguing her for days.
"You," Alexander replied. His answer caused something in her gaze to shift, as if she were staring into a cold, dark abyss. He wanted her?
Alexander leaned in closer. "Give yourself to me." His words sparked a fierce resistance within her. They were absurd and disrespectful. How could she possibly give herself to him, especially after he had wrongfully accused her? She scoffed inwardly, her heart protesting, but she chose to remain silent.
"Why aren't you speaking?" He asked softly.
"What's there to say?" She retorted defiantly. After all, he disagreed with everything she said.
"Oh, so that's a yes for me?" Alexander cast a greedy glance at her lips, fighting the urge to caress them.
Victoria felt his gaze and instinctively lifted her hand to grasp his wrist. Just as they were about to engage in a silent struggle, a sound from outside the door interrupted them.
The nanny's voice floated in from the hallway, "Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, the warm milk is ready."
Alexander's eyes flicked towards the door, a sly sparkle in his eye. "Get into bed."
"Huh?" Victoria was taken aback, not comprehending his words. After all, who would suggest going to bed at a time like this?
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