Chapter 152 She's my wife
Victoria felt an urgent need to set the record straight. "Adrian and I share nothing more than friendship," she insisted.
The response was a chuckle, followed by a teasing remark. "Ah, the modesty of youth! Adrian didn't leave that tiny apartment until the wee hours. Are you suggesting that wasn't your residence?"
Caught off guard, Victoria could only stare in stunned silence.
Edward, meanwhile, shot a puzzled glance at Isabella, his brow creased in confusion.
Jasmine, for her part, was completely in the dark about the unfolding drama.
"Back to work so soon?" Edward gently interjected, his tone polite but laced with a hint of apology.
"Yes, Mr. Sinclair," Victoria responded, her nod accompanied by a polite smile.
Isabella then sidled up to Edward, her tone warm and sisterly. "If Vicky and Adrian decide to get hitched, we should definitely toast their union, don't you think?"
The suggestion seemed to cause Edward a momentary discomfort. "That's really up to Alex," he replied.
"Alex is their big brother, he'll have to get them a substantial wedding gift – like the one we discussed on my birthday, remember?" Isabella continued.
"I forgot," Edward confessed, squinting at Isabella in genuine surprise.
Victoria couldn't help but cast a curious glance their way. Had Alexander once expressed good wishes for her and Adrian?
"She's joking, don't take her seriously," Edward quickly interjected, sensing the brewing tension. He draped an arm around Isabella's shoulders, signaling her to stop, and turned to Victoria to explain.
Victoria simply smiled in response. "Mr. Harrington is inside."
"I'll go see him then. Tea would be lovely," Edward replied, giving Victoria one last look before leading Isabella away.
Victoria felt a surprising warmth from Edward's politeness that day.
"Our nanny made some wonderful desserts, but I've been craving sour flavors lately. I brought some for Alex to try. I'll bring some for you next time, Vicky," Isabella promised, nodding politely as Edward guided her away.
Edward inwardly cringed, questioning his decision to bring her along. She was trying too hard, to the point where he feared she might blurt out something inflammatory, urging the wife to step aside at any moment.
Inside the office, Alexander had just ended a call when he noticed the newcomers. His brows furrowed in question. "What brings you two here?"
"I was just passing by and thought I'd stop in for some tea, then I bumped into Isabella downstairs," Edward quickly explained, releasing Isabella and stepping away. He felt like he was walking on thin ice.
Alexander had been on edge lately, fretting over Victoria's absence from work and avoiding Isabella. He had hoped that their shared history would at least preserve their friendship, if not love. But now, he silently vowed to kick himself the next time he decided to play the good Samaritan.
"Why couldn't I come up? I just wanted to bring you some food," Isabella protested, her eyes welling up with tears.
Edward watched as Isabella's mood swung wildly, then turned back to Alexander.
"We're having dinner with Sebastian tonight," Alexander announced casually, not even looking at her.
At the mention of Sebastian, Isabella's face fell. She stepped closer. "Why involve him? I swore I'd never contact him again."
"Isabella, don't stir up more trouble," Alexander warned.
"You're in love with Victoria, aren't you?" Isabella blurted out, unafraid to ask the question in front of Edward.
"She's my wife."
"But you promised you would divorce her and marry me."
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