Chapter 134 He Said She Played Hard to Get
Victoria made a swift exit from Alexander's car, her head bowed low as she marched towards the looming building with an air of vexation.
Onlookers, recognizing the vehicle as the boss's, couldn't help but murmur and whisper amongst themselves, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding scene.
In contrast to Victoria's stormy demeanor, Alexander emerged from the car with a calm composure, trailing behind her at a leisurely pace.
"Good morning, Mr. Harrington," came the polite greetings.
"Good morning," he responded, sauntering in with an air of casual elegance, his hands nonchalantly tucked into his pockets, his long strides effortlessly covering the ground.
Victoria's march came to an abrupt halt. The repeated acknowledgments of Mr. Harrington's presence served as a jarring reminder of her current reality. Had she just... exited his car?
As she caught sight of him approaching, she quickly averted her gaze and resumed her march, her strides growing larger in her haste.
"Victoria," came a deep, steady voice from behind her.
Victoria halted instinctively, but quickly questioned her reaction. Why should she stop for him? With renewed determination, she quickened her pace.
"Victoria, Mr. Harrington is calling for you," a coworker offered helpfully as they waited for the elevator.
Victoria glanced at her coworker, offering a sheepish smile in response.
Before long, Alexander had joined them, his tone relaxed and approachable, "Am I going in with you, or are you coming in with me?"
Victoria held her breath for a moment, then turned to face him. Under the watchful eyes of their colleagues, she joined him in the executive elevator.
Alexander, noticing her discomfort, seemed amused. "You don't have to squeeze into the staff elevator anymore. The password is our anniversary."
Victoria turned to him in disbelief. Their anniversary? What was he thinking? He had changed the floor code at Regal Retreat to their anniversary, the hotel suites, and now this place too.
Alexander glanced at her briefly before continuing, "You should record your face later. Just use facial recognition in the future."
Victoria's confusion grew as she stared at him. At the company, he was the boss, and she was his secretary. She had to show some deference. But outside the office, they were equals, and she felt bold enough to confront him, "What are you planning to do, Alexander?"
Did he really expect to have one at home and another on the side? To have them both? She scoffed internally. He really had quite the appetite. But she wasn't interested in the slightest. Besides, Isabella would never agree.
The more Victoria thought about it, the angrier she became. Alexander, noticing her increasing agitation, suddenly turned and leaned in with a smile.
Victoria found herself backing away until she was cornered against the wall. His voice was low and deliberate, "I just wanted to treat my wife a little better."
Victoria held her breath, trying her best not to get entangled with him. He moved closer, his dark eyes observing her flustered yet restrained demeanor. His fingers purposefully pinched her chin, grazing her lips as he whispered, "Victoria, I'm beginning to suspect you're playing hard to get."
Playing hard to get? Victoria looked at him in surprise, her legs suddenly giving way beneath her. Alexander swiftly hooked his arm around her slender waist, securing her in a safe yet intimate embrace.
"Told you I had my reasons," he said.
"I was just..." she stammered. Startled, that's all.
"What?" Alexander asked, his voice low, moving closer to her lips. He had wanted to kiss her just moments ago, this woman who seemed ever-eager to divorce him. He longed to make her cry out in admission of her mistake, to beg not to end their marriage.
Victoria felt his approach and couldn't speak, knowing that any movement of her mouth would lead to a kiss. Yet even as she remained silent, his thin lips gently brushed against hers.
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