Chapter 170 Safety Lies Where He Is
In the dim light, a man clutched a small knife, his body coiled, ready to spring towards her. Suddenly, a pained cry ripped through the air, followed closely by a panicked screech. Victoria, clamped a hand over her mouth, recoiling in shock as the man fell beside her, his attacker standing calmly in front.
Her eyes darted between the man regaining his feet and the tall figure who had intervened. Terror coursed through her veins, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. The attacker glanced back, registering who had struck him with the brick, then scrambled to his feet and bolted across the street.
Alexander Harrington didn’t give chase. Instead, he watched the man weave through the traffic before turning his attention back to Victoria, who was still sitting on the ground. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Victoria shook her head, her soul trembling with residual fear. Alexander crouched beside her, a sigh of helplessness escaping him as he took in her disheveled state. He picked up her dislodged high heel, dusted it off, and was about to help her slip it on when she flinched at his touch.
Alexander looked at her, concern etched on his face. "Does it hurt?" he asked. Victoria Kensington remained silent, her head bowed in a mix of distress and embarrassment.
...
As the crowd dispersed, a tall and imposing figure carried Victoria effortlessly in his arms. He held her high heels in one hand, strolling unhurriedly down the dimly lit alleyway. Victoria had given up struggling, somehow feeling that she was safest in his arms.
"Why didn't you have someone drop you at the entrance of your neighborhood?" Alexander asked. Victoria couldn't bring herself to voice her fear, her eyes cast down. She was afraid of him discovering where she lived and seeking her out again. She was scared of being alone with him...
Indeed, it seemed that she had lost the ability to be alone with him. As soon as they were by themselves, her thoughts began to wander uncontrollably. Yet, given their current relationship, she knew she shouldn't harbor any inappropriate thoughts.
"Don't want me to know, huh?" Alexander paused, looking down at her intently. When she didn't respond, he sighed in resignation and continued to carry her forward.
Victoria stole a glance at him; from her perspective, his jawline was strikingly handsome. Her heart fluttered unintentionally. The pain in her ankle seemed less acute now, overshadowed by the urgency of her pounding heart. She quickly lowered her gaze, not daring to look any longer.
He had always been like that, standing out in any crowd with ease, the most beautiful sight to behold, even more so without clothes…
Snapping back to reality, she realized they had reached her front door. "Victoria Kensington, what are you daydreaming about?" Alexander asked, noticing her distraction.
Surprised, she looked at him blankly, then at her doorstep, and whispered incredulously, "How do you know where I live?"
With a helpless smile and a sigh, Alexander Harrington replied, "How do you think Hughes knew where to find you?"
"Open the door," he reminded her.
Victoria simply stared at him, having forgotten everything in that moment.
"Open the door," he prompted again.
"Oh," she mumbled, coming back to her senses and reaching out to the fingerprint lock.
Disappointment flashed in Alexander Harrington's eyes, but he carried her inside nonetheless. He set her down beside the shoe cabinet to close the door.
Parked somewhat stiffly on the bench of the cabinet, her hand unintentionally brushed against something there. She looked down.
Just as Alexander Harrington reached for the light switch behind her, the room was illuminated. Victoria stared at the debit card in her hand, feeling a sinking sensation in her chest.
That woman had still left the card at her place.
It was somewhat amusing to Victoria; Isabella Montgomery had once brought her a card, and now Isabella's mother had done the same, even called her "kiddo."
Since when had she become a "kiddo"?
She had lost her beloved parents and now she found herself being bossed around and belittled by irrelevant people.
“How come you have a debit card from the Rohan Company?”
“Hmm?”
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