Chapter 136 The Rear Seat for Isabella
Victoria held her chin aloft, daring not to make the slightest movement. A single shift and his lips would graze her skin. Consequently, she remained motionless, while Alexander appeared poised to plant a kiss on her at any given moment. Her hands clung to the railing behind her, growing increasingly tense.
"Ah, Alexander," she murmured.
Her pocket suddenly felt lighter as her phone was deftly removed. As she lifted her hand to reclaim it, he ensnared it beneath his arm, drawing her into an embrace. "Look here," he commanded.
Victoria instinctively raised her gaze. The phone screen flickered to life. Alexander rewarded her obedience with a swift peck on the cheek. "Good girl," he praised.
He refrained from prying, merely opening her list of contacts. The smile that had been playing on his lips vanished in an instant, replaced by a grim expression as a particular name caught his eye.
"What does she want with you?" he inquired.
"Just... to have dinner," Victoria mumbled, looking down in resignation.
Before handing the phone back to her, Alexander inadvertently noticed the frequent calls with Adrian in her call log. There were far too many exchanges between them. His gaze "accidentally" shifted to his own calls with her. The term "Mr. Harrington" suddenly felt like a slap in the face.
He closed the phone and extended it back to her. Victoria reached out to take it, but Alexander held onto the device, embracing her. His gaze lowered as he softly asked, "You have him saved as Adrian, and for me it's Mr. Harrington."
Victoria internally scoffed, what else could it be?
"Forget it," he dismissed abruptly, returning the phone to her and stepping aside to create distance between them.
Victoria's movements were rigid as she slowly slid the phone back into her pocket. She looked at him, puzzled. What was he upset about? She hadn't borne a child with another man. She hadn't cheated on him. In this marriage, she loved only him. No, she didn't love him. Victoria averted her gaze at the thought.
The elevator descended at a leisurely pace. Eventually, it reached the ground floor.
"Alex, Vicky," a voice called out.
Isabella materialized seemingly out of thin air. Or perhaps, she had been waiting for quite some time. Although she wasn't permitted upstairs, the lobby's waiting area offered ample seating.
Lost in their thoughts, Alexander and Victoria had been walking in silence. However, at the sound of Isabella's voice, they both halted, one behind the other.
"Alex, I have plans to take Vicky out for dinner, she told you about it, didn't she?" Isabella asked.
"No," Alexander's response was frosty.
"Ah, I thought Vicky would've mentioned it. Well, how about all three of us dine together? Vicky is practically family, after all," Isabella suggested, her arm entwined with his.
Despite the bustling rush hour, with people scurrying about and countless eyes watching, her gentleness was extreme, treating him as if he were her world. Alexander merely glanced down at her indifferently before shifting his gaze to the woman who maintained a perfect distance, unwilling to step forward.
Seeing Victoria in this state irritated Alexander. He was annoyed at himself for being overly emotional and suddenly agreed to Isabella's suggestion. "Alright."
Isabella's face lit up with excitement. As they departed, she didn’t forget to call out to Victoria. "Come on, Vicky, keep up."
Victoria followed in silence. At the door, she stopped them. "Mr. Harrington, Miss Montgomery, I have other plans and won’t be joining you."
"Other plans? You forgot about the dinner with Charleston tonight?" Alexander asked.
Victoria was at a loss for words. She didn't understand why he always seemed to target her, but all she could do was lower her head.
"So, will it be an intrusion if I join you?" Isabella asked cautiously.
"Not at all," Alexander replied, continuing his stride. His car was brought around, and just before he climbed in, he cast a glance across the parking area.
Victoria stood by, showing no intention of joining them, while Isabella naturally opened the passenger side door.
"Isabella," Alexander called out.
"Ah?" she responded, looking up to meet his gaze.
"Could you take a seat in the back?" he suddenly instructed.
"In the back? Why?" Isabella asked, puzzled.
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