Chapter 128 That Woman is My Wife, Lawfully Wedded
The location of his kiss was unexpected, yet he found it strangely satisfying. Her neck, with its fair skin tinged with a blush of pink, held a fatal allure. The slightest kiss would leave a mark on such delicate skin.
Unable to resist, he glanced down, his voice a magnetic whisper, "I've heard that you have a penchant for strawberries. I thought I might leave one just for you."
His words hung in the air as his lips lingered on her neck, sucking gently.
A soft whimper slipped from Victoria's lips. Her hands were restrained behind her back, forcing her to maintain an uncomfortably rigid posture.
Finally, he released her, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he admired the strawberry-like hickey on her neck. Gently supporting her delicate back, he straightened her up and met her gaze, "No need for thanks."
She was taken aback. When had she ever indicated a desire to thank him?
He was utterly shameless.
She raised her hand to slap him, but Alexander was quicker, catching her wrist, "Even in anger, you’re quite the sight."
His voice was soft, his eyes twinkling with an unreadable amusement.
Victoria felt disarmed by his words and his gaze, unsure of how to respond.
Alexander kissed the back of her hand lightly, then held it in his own, his gaze locked onto hers.
Her childish anger stirred something within him.
People said they were strangers, and indeed, they hardly knew each other, but what did it matter when desire struck at first sight?
Alexander was tempted to lean in for another kiss, but Victoria, in a fit of temper, turned her head sharply away.
"I don't necessarily need to kiss you. It's just that you keep provoking me."
"Provoke you? It's clearly you who..."
"Hmm?"
"Alexander, you scoundrel, go chase after your Isabella when you're in heat."
With a swift flick of her wrist, she broke free from his grip and shoved him hard.
But Alexander was undeterred. He simply pulled her closer, effortlessly trapping her against his chest. His embrace was not lascivious, but rather, it held an undeniable allure.
The warmth from his chest enveloped her in what seemed like a hug, though it was not meant to restrain her.
His gaze lowered to meet hers as he whispered, "From now on, I will only have eyes for one woman. That woman is Victoria, my lawfully wedded wife."
Victoria found his declaration almost laughable.
Even though he was the kind of man who could admit his arousal with a straight face.
He spoke with sincerity, as if discussing a cherished project—determined, skillful, unhurried. He was in full control, as if she was in the palm of his hand.---
After breakfast, the couple shared an elevator ride, which halted at the next floor.
Isabella stepped in, her pace slowing involuntarily upon seeing them, but quickly recovering with a well-rehearsed smile. "Good morning, Vicky. Alex, I've missed you."
She greeted Victoria politely, then wedged herself between them, clutching Alexander's arm and expressing her longing.
Alexander glanced down at her, then cast a look towards the woman who had stepped aside.
This was not the place for confrontation.
He stood tall, simply taking hold of Isabella's wrist to detach her from him.
But no sooner had he done so, she clung to him again. "Alex, don't be mad at me. Look, you're making Vicky watch this whole scene."
"Isabella Montgomery."
"That’s me, yes. Whenever you're mad, you call me by my full name, but I prefer your tender side."
Isabella's voice was soft.
"Isabella, you..."
"Oh, Alex, the baby seems to be kicking. He must think Daddy is being too harsh."
The atmosphere in the elevator grew tense.
The man turned as cold as ice.
Victoria had retreated to the far corner.
She even turned her face toward the elevator wall, wishing to disappear.
Holding her breath, she hoped not to cause any disturbance, only longing for the elevator to reach the ground floor quickly.
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