Chapter 151 Time Unveils the Heart
Victoria gazed at him, her eyes wide with shock. Sebastian? Could it be that Isabella and Sebastian were entangled in some way?
"There's an old adage, 'Time unveils the heart,'" he mused. "I wonder if our dear Mrs. Harrington, having spent her formative years abroad, can grasp the depth of this sentiment?"
Without warning, he captured her hands, which were nervously twisted around her index finger, and gently coaxed her to relax her grip. Victoria's eyes welled up with unshed tears as she felt the comforting warmth of his hands, and a wave of bittersweet emotion washed over her.
She was oblivious to the trials he had faced over the past two years. All she knew was that Isabella was publicly acknowledged as his beloved, they had a child together, and were on the brink of matrimony.
"Don’t rush into a divorce," he counselled softly. "Attempt to comprehend the entire situation, your husband. Perhaps you'll discover he isn’t as reprehensible as you believe."
Victoria found herself swept away by the gentle current of his words, unable to resist believing—because to her, this was quintessentially him. Poised, cool, restrained, courteous, and then there was his captivating countenance that she found utterly irresistible.
Her vision blurred; his image no longer clear, but in that moment, she felt an enveloping warmth like never before.
Alexander tenderly wiped away her tears, whispering, "Stop crying, or people will think I've been bullying you."
He spoke in hushed tones, continuing to dab at her tears. She raised her own hand to her face, and although she dared not utter any rash words, she found herself compelled to look at him once more.
She needed to ascertain that this kind, magnanimous man was indeed the genuine Alexander and not merely a figment of her imagination.
The past few days had been a whirlwind; events had spiralled beyond anything she could have anticipated.
"In your absence, Jasmine has been grappling with the workload," he continued in a compassionate tone. "So, what will it be? Will you continue as Mrs. Harrington or revert to being Ms. Kensington?"
Victoria looked into his tender eyes, still wavering. She was filled with uncertainty.
"Off the clock, you're Mrs. Harrington," he stated. "And while you’re here, you remain so."
Alexander murmured softly, and then gently pressed his lips to hers.
Victoria's lips trembled slightly, feeling as cherished as a precious gem.
"Boss?"
"Not now."
With a tone of dismissal, Alexander couldn't help but gaze at the tear-streaked lady before him, resuming their tender kiss.
Victoria was still apprehensive; she hadn't yet mastered the art of kissing.
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Isabella remained at the reception desk on the ground floor.
If he refused to see her, she would wait.
On the table lay the pastries she'd had prepared, which she found rather delectable. She wanted him to savour them too.
She'd heard that Victoria had just returned. Was he attending to Victoria?
What kind of bewitching power did that girl wield that had rendered him so indifferent towards her all of a sudden?
Isabella traced her fingers along her arm and glanced outside.
Edward happened to walk by and approached for a cup of tea. Upon seeing Isabella, he queried, "What brings you here?"
"He seems rather occupied."
Isabella responded with a smile, her understanding nature evident, yet her eyes betrayed a hint of desolation and submission.
"Indeed."
Edward nodded and prepared to take his leave.
"Edward, could you escort me upstairs? The child seems to be yearning for his father."
"Of course."
Edward consented without further inquiry. After all, Isabella was a friend they'd all grown up with.
Victoria was outside working with Jasmine when they heard the elevator. They both turned to look.
"Hello, dear Vicky? I heard you were set to be the pampered wife of a renowned celebrity, what brings you back?"
Isabella greeted her with a familiar tone.
The celebrated wife?
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