Chapter 172 Or Perhaps, It Was Love at First Sight After All
Alexander Harrington was deep in thought, cradling his drink, on the verge of speaking when a knock at the door abruptly interrupted him.
"Come in," Edward Sinclair called out, his gaze shifting towards the doorway.
"Mr. Harrington, your prescription is ready," a staff member announced from the threshold.
"Alright, I'll be on my way then," Alexander replied, rising from his seat.
"You're hurt?" Edward Sinclair inquired, his curiosity piqued. "Where are you headed this late? It's pouring outside."
Alexander's abrupt departure had also caught Benjamin Beaumont's attention. "Victoria Kensington twisted her ankle," Alexander stated flatly before exiting the room.
"Who did he say twisted an ankle?"
"Victoria Kensington."
Edward Sinclair and Benjamin Beaumont exchanged glances, their minds racing as they stared at the closed door. Despite the heavy rain, they watched from the window as Alexander resolutely climbed into his car and drove off.
When did it become a thing for Alexander to rush out in the middle of the night to play nurse over a sprained ankle? Edward Sinclair and Benjamin Beaumont mused, still by the window, "Do you think Alex has really fallen for her?"
"Or maybe it was love at first sight," Benjamin Beaumont responded.
---
The shrill ring of the doorbell sent Victoria Kensington scrambling from the couch. Her heart pounded with barely concealed panic and fear, the memories of the forceful knock and the stranger brandishing a knife still fresh in her mind.
A wine bottle brushed against her ankle, sparking pain but also an idea. She clutched the bottle close to her chest, her makeshift weapon at the ready. The doorbell chimed twice more, followed by a softer knock. Not as forceful as that night, yet her body trembled. She wanted to ask who it was but doubted they would hear her from inside.
Her phone rang beside her, flashing 'Mr. Harrington'. She answered more urgently than ever before, her voice trembling, "Hello? Hello?"
"What's wrong?"
"I... I..." Fearful, she couldn't articulate her thoughts clearly.
"Open the door."
"What?" Victoria clutched the phone to her ear, disbelief etched in her gaze as she looked back at the door.
"It's me," Alexander Harrington responded, guessing the cause of her sudden fear.
A wave of relief washed over Victoria. Swallowing hurt her throat a little, but she held the phone tight, still gripping the wine bottle. It was really him. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. She thought she was going to die. She feared that moving out on her own was about to end in disaster.
Alexander Harrington. It was actually Alexander Harrington.
"What's the code?" asked the voice on the other end, hearing only her intermittent sobs, prompting their own question.
"I'm coming to let you in," she said hoarsely, then pushed herself up from the couch.
By the time she reached the door, a long while had passed. Not hearing any movement outside, she couldn't help but lean against the wall to check softly, "Alexander Harrington, are you there?"
"I thought it would take you until sunrise to get here," came Alexander Harrington's deep voice.
Victoria Kensington still felt anxious but she steeled her nerves to open the door. It was really him. Seeing him in that moment, she gripped the doorknob so tightly she nearly lost control and rushed to envelop him in a tight embrace. The illusion of being protected warded off everything else.
Yet Alexander Harrington stood there, gazing at the door for what seemed like ages. He felt an urge to close it again for her. What could be her reason for not sharing her code with him? Alexander Harrington guessed a couple of dates but ultimately decided against trying them. Some things between them could not be rushed.
"Why did you come back?" she asked, her voice still coarse.
Now she had regained her composure.
"I wouldn't want you to be unable to work for me tomorrow," Alexander Harrington casually explained, stepping inside. But soon he stopped and turned around. Victoria Kensington closed the door, hopping a step forward awkwardly.
Alexander Harrington quickly returned and in a swift motion, swept her up off the floor.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
