Chapter 169 Mr. Harrington is Hurt
Victoria Kensington regarded him with a sudden, unexpected surprise. His conversation seemed to dart erratically, touching upon all corners of their dialogue. It was a peculiar pattern that made her question her own intelligence.
"Is it truly that dreadful?" Alexander Harrington persisted in his inquiry. His enthusiasm was notably absent, yet he had heard that women appreciated a man who peeled shrimp for them, an act signifying their importance. Thus, he had intentionally ordered shrimp to peel for her.
However...
She had casually mentioned that she had her own place. She sipped her wine, consumed the shrimp, and displayed no indication of being touched by his action.
"Why not give it a try?" Victoria suggested, her gaze falling on the shrimp in his hand. The thought of consuming another morsel made her stomach churn.
Without protest, Alexander popped it into his mouth. Whether it was her rejection or the shrimp having cooled, the taste was far from pleasant.
Observing his sour expression, Victoria softly asked, "Is it good?"
"Terrible," he responded, his tone dripping with disdain.
Victoria suppressed a chuckle. His demeanor reminded her of a petulant child denied his desired candy—disappointed and frustrated.
Candy?
Suddenly, Victoria turned and began to rummage through her bag. "Here."
Alexander glanced down to see a piece of chocolate. Her fingers, clean and delicate, held the round treat with an elegance that was hard to ignore.
For a moment, he was unsure whether he was more entranced by her hand or the chocolate. He feigned indifference as he slowly accepted and unwrapped it. His eyes remained on the chocolate, but his thoughts strayed to the image of her standing naked in the bathtub that night.
After exiting the hotel, the driver inquired, "Boss, where to now?"
The issue with owning multiple residences was that, while the driver was aware of his many properties, he was clueless about which one Alexander wished to visit.
Alexander cast a glance at the woman beside him. "Drop the lady off first."
The driver fell silent, taken aback.
The lady and the boss didn't live together?
"Oh, please take me to Serenity Lane," she leaned slightly forward, politely providing her address.
Despite his confusion, the driver nodded and proceeded.
However, Alexander felt a pang in his heart. She resided on Serenity Lane? Was the choice of that street intentional? Serenity Lane, Adrian?
"Sir, just stop at the corner ahead, that'll be sufficient, thank you."
Before long, Victoria Kensington recognized a familiar location and leaned forward to give further instructions.
"Alright, ma'am."
"Mhm." Victoria found it difficult to adjust to being addressed as "ma'am." It felt alien, impersonal.
Finally, unable to hold back, she turned to him as the car came to a halt and gave a polite nod. "I should be on my way."
Alexander Harrington didn't say much, merely gazing outside.
Victoria exited the vehicle, bidding the driver goodbye.
As she watched the car disappear around the corner, she exhaled a sigh of relief. The atmosphere inside had been stifling.
Being in the presence of certain individuals made breathing feel like a challenge.
With a light drizzle beginning to fall, she slung her bag over her shoulder and resumed her journey.
Suddenly, she was plagued by a nagging suspicion and glanced over her shoulder.
Why did she feel as though she was being followed? Yet there was no one behind her, not even a shadow.
As occasional cars passed by, she reassured herself that she was simply being paranoid and continued on her way.
But after a few steps, something felt off. She turned again...
It was him.
Victoria froze, her body and mind sent into a whirl.
The man, his face concealed behind a mask, stared directly at her, approaching with a cautious stride.
Victoria's heart pounded, but she managed to turn and flee just before he could reach her.
The man was about to pursue her when...
"Ah!"
Her stiletto heel snagged on the damaged red brick pavement, causing her to tumble to the ground. She quickly twisted around to look back.
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