Chapter 176 A Stirring Seduction
"No, it's not," she murmured, her fingers tightening around his in a desperate grip. She couldn't bear to meet his gaze again, a silent admission of the turmoil within her. Despite the intimacy of their entwined hands, she knew this was not what she desired.
"You are my wife," he asserted, his voice firm yet gentle.
"But the whole town believes you're engaged to your first love, no one knows about your wife," she countered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Tomorrow, send out an email yourself; the whole company will know," he suggested, a hint of defiance in his tone.
"I won't," she retorted, her resolve unyielding.
"Hmm?" Alexander Harrington queried, his curiosity piqued. Unable to resist the allure of her proximity, he leaned in, planting a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. His lips traced the enticing line of her jaw, playfully teasing the edge of her ear.
Victoria Kensington felt a flush of warmth spread to her earlobes. She recognized the seductive intent behind his actions, and yet...
There was a time when she wouldn't have hesitated to respond to his advances. But what gave him the right now?
"Alexander Harrington," she called out, her voice filled with uncertainty.
"I swear, I never slept with Isabella Montgomery," he declared, his voice earnest.
"But she claims the baby is yours, the whole world thinks the baby is yours, and that night you…" she trailed off, her voice choked with emotion.
"I couldn't risk anything happening to the child she's carrying. How else could I prove my innocence?" he explained, his voice filled with desperation. His explanation for that night left Victoria stunned. So, his embrace of Isabella Montgomery that evening wasn’t out of fear of losing his son, but to clear his name?
"Vicky, I am loyal only to my wife," he reassured her, his voice tender.
Victoria found herself unable to resist him any longer. As Alexander's kisses descended from her earlobe down to her snow-white neck, which began to blush a delicate pink, she felt the straps of her nightgown loosen. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality and grabbed his hand, "Stop."
"Hmm?" he questioned, his voice filled with surprise.
"Alexander Harrington, until things are clear, please stop this," she implored, her voice dead serious.
So serious that Alexander, frustrated, rolled off her, chuckled helplessly, and held her close, murmuring in a husky voice, "You'll be the death of me yet."
She was puzzled. When had she been the one to trouble him? Surely, it was him all along.
"I need a shower," he announced, his voice filled with resignation. He couldn't just lie there waiting.
Victoria instinctively sat up after he got out of bed and headed for her bathroom. Remembering her lingerie from that morning, she tried to stop him.
"Ah," she gasped, forgetting about her sprained ankle. Now, she could only watch from the bed as he entered the bathroom, wondering... Had he seen everything? Her face flushed with embarrassment, and then his phone on the bed started to ring.
Isabella Montgomery.
Just the name was enough to leave her feeling distressed. Nonetheless, she got out of bed, limping away from the bedroom.
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By the time Alexander Harrington emerged from the bathroom, she was gone. Wrapped in her soft pink bath towel, he scanned the eerily empty bedroom. Her cell phone was still there, an indication that she was still home, just out of sight. The living room was deserted, no sounds came from the kitchen either. So…
"Victoria Kensington,” he called out.
"I... fell asleep,” she replied, her voice faint.
"Back to the bedroom,” he ordered.
"I'm fine right here,” she countered, her voice filled with defiance.
"Victoria Kensington, I’m counting to three,” he warned.
"..." Victoria was silent, her anger simmering beneath the surface. The guest room had neither air conditioning nor a fan. Frustrated, she clutched the blanket and stared at the doorway. She wondered why he even bothered to threaten her. He couldn't care less about getting close to another woman, but it mattered to her a lot.
"One,” he began the countdown.
"..." Victoria remained silent.
"Two,” he continued.
"..." Still, she said nothing.
"Three,” he finished, knocking on the door again.
But Victoria Kensington lay back down, the door locked from inside, convinced he couldn't enter, so she ignored him. Alexander Harrington, hearing no response, smiled helplessly, and shortly after, he found a spare key in the bedroom cabinet.
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