Chapter 142 Sweet Enough to Suffocate
"Fruit's been delivered. Join me when you've finished with the dishes," he voiced with a nonchalant tone, shutting the door behind him once more.
Then, a profound silence swallowed the room.
Victoria Kensington remained frozen in place, her arms awkwardly wrapped around herself.
Outside, Alexander Harrington mirrored her silence, his body as still as a statue.
After all, they had shared more than just a bed.
He had cradled her in his arms as they slumbered.
Yet...
That incident had left him in a state of shock, his mind rendered blank, and his thoughts paralyzed.
Eventually, Alexander managed to mobilize his lengthy limbs, cautiously navigating around the bed to settle on the sofa.
When Victoria emerged, freshly bathed and dressed, she found him there, his expression grave and his mind seemingly lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. His elbows rested on his thighs, his fingers rhythmically tapping against his forehead.
At the sound of her voice, his gaze snapped towards her.
He confessed to himself that he had been eager to admire her figure, which was why he had deliberately selected that light blue spaghetti-strap nightgown for her.
The nightgown was soft and luxurious under his touch.
But now... he found himself unable to tease her, unable to even approach her.
Victoria Kensington felt a surge of awkwardness, "I assumed you had left?"
"The Hendersons next door had an excess of fruit and decided to share," he replied, referring to the pretext he had used earlier over the phone.
Victoria's head dipped slightly, a wave of disappointment washing over her; she had assumed he had already departed.
"Join me, I've already set it out."
He had washed the fruit and arranged it in an elegantly crafted crystal fruit bowl.
Victoria Kensington, feeling an almost instinctive pull to join him, found herself doing exactly that.
There was only one couch, and suddenly, she was uncertain where to sit.
Alexander Harrington held his breath, pulling her to sit beside him, his tone feigned indifference, "You've already spent the night, are you now afraid to sit next to me?"
"What do you mean 'afraid'?"
Her voice was weak, but she seemed to wear bravery like a second skin.
Alexander Harrington didn't meet her gaze.
Her mere presence beside him was stirring something within him.
But what if he were to make a move?
She already harbored such disdain for him.
He leaned over, offering her a grape as if there was nothing else left to do, "Here."
"Thanks."
Victoria Kensington replied, leaning in to select a grape herself.
She couldn't identify the variety, but it was unique—exceptionally sweet, with thin skin and devoid of seeds.
Alexander Harrington watched in silence as she savored one grape after another before finally placing the one he had offered into his own mouth.
The sweetness was so intense it nearly stole his breath away.
He found himself stealing another glance at her.
After a few grapes, Victoria felt satiated, believing she had shown enough appreciation for the gift. She decided to end the moment, rising from the couch, "I'm heading to bed now."
"Mhm."
His response was a simple grunt as he continued to consume the grapes, his gaze fixed on the floor.
In truth, he was finding it difficult to eat them; they were excessively sweet and...
As she turned to leave, her dress grazed his pants. For a moment, it felt as if his heart had ceased to beat.
He even caught a whiff of the familiar scent on her dress.
It was the fragrance of their shared laundry detergent.
They shared it.
The word "shared" left him feeling helpless once again.
He could only stuff another grape into his mouth and sit in silence, his gaze drifting towards the bed.
She climbed into bed, pulling the covers over herself, tucking in neatly like a child, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Alexander Harrington stared at her vacated spot, a perplexing sense of restraint washing over him.
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