Chapter 156 His Intention to Buy Her Jewelry
"Good day to you, Mrs. Harrington," the employee stammered, his complexion pallid, a taut string of tension threatening to snap at the slightest disturbance.
"He jests. I implore you, do not circulate this," Victoria cautioned him, her voice a mere whisper on the wind.
Alexander, however, persisted in leading her forward, leaving her uncertain whether her warning had reached the employee's ears.
She yearned to verify it, just once more.
"Mr. Harrington."
"Mr. Harrington."
"Mr. Harrington... Ms. Kensington."
At last, Victoria managed to align her stride with his, gradually donning a mask of calm.
The lobby was teeming with people, and she was not one to incite a spectacle amidst a crowd. All around her, people were maintaining a brave front, and she could not be the one to falter.
Yet, her palms were so slick with perspiration they might as well have been weeping. In this place, she had always been the paragon of grace and precision.
Despite her youth, she possessed an ancient soul. But today... She felt akin to a child, mentally immature and uncertain of the path ahead.
After Alexander departed, he glanced down at their intertwined hands and murmured, " Whose hand is sweating?"
Victoria instantly released his hand, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment, and descended the steps, leaving behind a curt "Yours."
Alexander merely wiped his hands, observing her hasty retreat with an amused smile.
In truth... He was riddled with anxiety.
Was she not the first girl, aside from his sister, whose hand he had held?
Yet, he would never allow a girl five years his junior to witness his nervousness. After all, in her eyes, he was domineering, arrogant, and even... Well, she had even labeled him a jerk. One day, he vowed to make her retract her misconceptions about him.
Victoria stood at the curb, suddenly at a loss. That is, until he positioned himself beside her and proposed, "Let's go somewhere."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
He glanced at her and proffered his hand once more.
"Alright, let's go."
Retreating to the office now would be unbearably awkward; it would be more bearable to wander aimlessly for a while. Alexander refrained from touching her hand, finding amusement in her decision to march ahead, her hands tucked into her pockets. She was aware he intended to guide her.
As she climbed into Alexander's car, memories of the day he had requested Isabella to occupy the back seat flooded her mind, evoking an inexplicable tenderness in her heart. She cast him a brief, inquisitive glance. But each time she sought answers in his countenance, she was met with a void. This time was no exception. She redirected her gaze to the window.
Soon, they arrived at a location unfamiliar to her. She was aware that Alexander had made a phone call during their journey, likely arranging their destination. However, she hadn't anticipated it being such an opulent venue.
As the car rolled to a halt, staff members approached to offer their assistance. Victoria unfastened her seatbelt and nodded in gratitude to the individual who held the door open for her.
"Welcome," they greeted her.
Before they even reached the entrance, Victoria discerned the unmistakable hum of prestige. The employee who had held the door open for them gestured for them to proceed. From his attire, Victoria deduced he held a managerial position.
‘Mr. Harrington is always accorded the highest level of service, isn't he?’
"I intended to bring you here days ago, but you resisted and even relocated," Alexander divulged, instinctively clasping her hand in his.
Victoria was bewildered, her inner peace disrupted. She was disconcerted by his overt display of affection, disconcerted by the nature of the place he had escorted her to. Was he planning to purchase jewelry for her?
She didn't need it.
She wasn't the type of woman to be beguiled by gemstones; it wasn't that she didn't appreciate them, but she was wise enough to refuse gifts that shouldn't be accepted, regardless of their worth.
And yet...
"Your rings are ready, please follow me."
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