Chapter 126 Let's Go Public
Victoria stirred from her slumber, her eyes prickling with the discomfort of dried tear tracks etched into her cheeks. Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion, and before she could fully comprehend her surroundings, she was jolted by the sight of a man in a gray tank top.
A man, over whose waist her hand was carelessly draped.
With a gasp, she hastily withdrew her hand and looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. The warm, solid chest she'd been leaning against belonged to none other than Alexander. Her initial panic slowly subsided, only to be replaced by a wave of melancholy. Hadn't he left? Why was he here again? And how had she ended up holding him?
She turned away, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum. Her arm, which had been wrapped around him, felt stiff, as if it could still feel the contours of his firm, narrow waist. Her mind was suddenly filled to the brim, incapable of processing the situation.
Glancing down, her gaze fell upon his muscular forearm. Then, she felt the warmth of his chest against her back, a sensation that had become all too familiar. He was there, his body pressed against hers in a natural embrace.
"Alexander," she croaked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Uh-huh," he responded, his voice deep and husky.
"I'm Victoria," she reminded him, the tension palpable in her hushed tone.
"Uh-huh," he replied, his voice closer now, his body pressing in further.
In that moment, she wanted to recoil, but she lay still in his arms.
"I'm Alexander, Victoria’s husband," he declared suddenly, pulling her to face him. The words 'Victoria’s husband' stirred something deep within her, resonating in her heart. They gazed at each other, entranced, frozen in time.
"I haven't held the wrong person," he finally broke the silence, his gaze wandering from her soft eyes to her lips, leaning in.
Victoria stared at him, her vision blurring until his stern face was just a blur before her. Suddenly, she turned away, "Don't."
Alexander paused, following her gaze.
"Can't I even kiss my own wife?" His voice was soft, probing.
"Pretty soon, you won't be my husband."
"But this very second, I am."
With a swift motion, he grasped her chin and sealed his lips over hers dominantly. He was intent on kissing her, the more she casually claimed it would soon end, the more he longed to kiss her until such thoughts ceased altogether.
His phone rang leisurely, like the morning sun slowly ascending into the sky. Alexander reluctantly stopped, still intertwined with her breathing, "Let's go public."
The words sprung from him, feeling her restrained breath beneath his own. Victoria lifted her gaze, staring at him in disbelief.
"The world needs to know that Alexander has a wife."
"No, I don't agree."
Her refusal was firm. Did the world really need to know Alexander had a wife? Not at all. The world just loved to gossip. And she, she didn't need to be their spectacle. Silently, she yearned to slip away from this place.
He watched her defiant, guarded stance, simply smiling faintly before planting another kiss on her lips. The phone persisted stubbornly. He reached for it on the pillow, but at the sight of the number, he didn't feel like answering.
"Is that Miss Montgomery?" Victoria asked.
"Yes," Alexander confirmed.
"I can step out," she said, her eyes downcast, voice soft. She was just looking for an excuse to leave the bed.
As Alexander looked at her, a resigned smile crossed his face. Picking up the call, his hand gently brushed her hair as he whispered, "Hello?"
"Coming here for breakfast? I made you something special," said Isabella on the line.
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