Chapter 141 Too Spicy
Victoria Kensington averted her gaze and promptly resumed her position, continuing with her own meal. After Alexander had consumed half his glass, he queried, "How do you manage your spices so well?" She was in a sour mood, perspiring under the heat, yet this was her method of releasing frustration. She continued to eat in silence, declining to engage in conversation with him.
Alexander's heart was momentarily touched by the milk, but soon silence prevailed as he nibbled on his biscuit. Victoria scooped another generous portion of the sauce, consuming it all at once.
Alexander observed in silence. She appeared delicate, but she could certainly handle the heat. However, it was too spicy. She feigned toughness, but her flushed complexion betrayed her. Indeed, it turned a deep shade of red, and the beads of sweat on her forehead expanded.
Following the meal, they sat sipping milk when Alexander suddenly chuckled. Victoria glanced at him, then feigned ignorance and continued to drink her chilled milk.
The meal had been excessively spicy. Yet, an abrupt quietude descended upon the diner, leaving the dish of biscuits bare except for a few golden crumbs and their shared breathing. The realization of their solitude caused Victoria to quickly divert her gaze and finish her milk in silence.
Everything on the table seemed to emit a subtle sound, an ambiance that enveloped them, growing increasingly intimate. Whether it was the last drops of milk in their cups, the crumbs on the now-beautiful plates, or the half-empty bottle of spicy sauce.
Later, Victoria hurried to her room to splash her face with the coldest water from the bathroom. Alexander leaned against the door frame, observing her with a smile.
Hearing his laughter, Victoria immediately straightened up, facing his direction, one hand pressed against the cold marble, the other unsure of where to rest.
"Childish," Alexander Harrington's laughter echoed in the room as he sauntered out leisurely.
Victoria Kensington was at a loss for words. Was he insinuating that her hot sauce challenge was childish? She suddenly felt utterly foolish. Why had she felt the need to outdo him by consuming such an absurd amount of hot sauce, especially since she wasn't even adept at handling spice?
Victoria slumped, deflated until something was tossed her way. Instinctively, she caught it. "Come out after you've showered." It was her nightgown, a thin one.
He closed the door behind her and continued on his phone, "I'll be right there." Where was he going? But it was better he stepped out, as it gave her the freedom to bathe in peace.
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Submerged in the bathtub, Victoria attempted to alleviate the fiery sensation that consumed her. She felt as if she were burning up. As she lay there, she chastised herself—overconfidence indeed had its price, which in her case, was a body flushed red.
A childhood memory suddenly resurfaced; watching her father consume fiery red peppers while claiming they tasted sweet. She'd been tricked into trying one herself and ended up panting like a puppy while her parents laughed.
The memory made her laugh until, without warning, tears streamed down her face. They were gone now, both of them.
After what felt like an eternity, she gathered her thoughts and rose from the bath. The water cascaded off her, and then... there was a light "thud."
It wasn’t heavy, but... Her eyes darted to the doorway.
There he stood, his gaze steady and unflinching. By the time Victoria regained her composure, her cheeks were as red as they had been from the hot sauce.
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