Chapter 144 A Vow of Fidelity After Matrimony
"Luckily for you, I refrained from sending any your way, given your distaste for them," Benjamin Beaumont retorted.
"Merely because I harbor no affection for them doesn't imply you should have withheld the offer. It's a matter of our camaraderie; we've been companions since childhood. Does this newcomer hold more significance to you than your lifelong friend?" Isabella countered.
"She's not merely some girl," Alexander Harrington interjected before Benjamin could formulate a response.
Isabella Montgomery regarded him with a puzzled expression.
Alexander Harrington lifted his wine glass, pondered over it briefly, then set it back down without indulging in a sip. "Proceed,” he urged.
He then excused himself from their company. An overwhelming compulsion to return to her side seized him.
"Alex," Isabella Montgomery called out, unable to suppress her urge.
Yet, he neither halted nor glanced back.
Isabella Montgomery felt a sudden impulse to follow him, but Edward Sinclair restrained her, draping an arm around her shoulder, "Refrain."
Isabella Montgomery looked up at him, "What do you mean?"
Despite their shared history, there were certain truths they deemed better left unspoken. Edward Sinclair chose his words, "He probably doesn't want you anymore."
As Sebastian Montague observed a distressed Isabella Montgomery in the aftermath of Edward Sinclair’s revelation, Benjamin Beaumont cast a glance at Sebastian Montague.
No wonder Alexander Harrington had been so incensed that day.
Isabella Montgomery was always resolute, but this time, she had truly taken him aback.
Alexander Harrington retreated to the rooftop, to the sanctuary they called home.
Victoria Kensington, half-awake, only registered her body being moved. She snuggled in closer and then her eyes abruptly snapped open.
In the dim light, his features were indistinguishable.
"Return to your slumber," he whispered gently, a soothing directive that didn't startle her.
Her heart pounding wildly, Victoria Kensington held her breath, studying him.
Soon, she found herself back in the room, but as he set her down, she instinctively pushed against his chest to maintain distance.
His intention had merely been to adjust her pillow, but sensing her resistance, he leaned in close enough to share her breath and inquired, "What's the matter?"
"The nanny isn't present today; we're alone in this room."
"Victoria Kensington, your husband desires to share the bed with you."
"You've just returned from Isabella Montgomery's."
She could detect his cologne.
The fragrance that was distinctly Isabella Montgomery's.
She was neither a kitten nor a puppy; she couldn’t allow him to crawl from another woman's bed into hers.
"I ventured to the first floor, to Yandon's residence—it was she who arrived later, but I assure you, I never laid a hand on her."
"…"
Victoria Kensington fell silent.
He claimed he hadn't, but how could she be certain?
Moreover, they shouldn't be sharing a bed here in the first place.
"Victoria Kensington, the child isn't mine."
"…"
Victoria Kensington gazed at him in bewilderment, her mind plunging into a silent, motionless abyss. She was rooted to the spot, her thoughts in disarray. He had previously hinted at the possibility that the child might not be his. But now, he was asserting it unequivocally. Yet, Victoria remained silent, observing him.
She couldn't comprehend the dynamics between him and Isabella Montgomery. Alexander Harrington pressed her hand against his chest, "Since the day we were wed, I've remained faithful. The thought of infidelity never crossed my mind."
Victoria listened, her incredulity mounting. She couldn't fathom his words. Did he even grasp the implications of his own assertions?
"I've never shared a bed with another woman while in full possession of my faculties."
He reassured her, his words echoing like a solemn vow.
Her confusion deepening, Victoria sensed something amiss about him.
"Victoria Kensington."
"I'm aware you were inebriated that night, but Alexander Harrington, that doesn't absolve you of your responsibilities."
"The child isn't mine; how could I have been with her?"
He reiterated his claim.
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