Chapter 178 Buttoning His Shirt for Him
"I wasn't trying to look. Just hurry up and get dressed," she protested, a hint of guilt lacing her voice. Victoria Kensington hadn't intended to peek, but it was Alexander Harrington, her husband, who had chosen to change in the living room instead of the bedroom.
"So what if you do look? He's your husband. You can look however you want," he retorted, a casual air about him. His cheeks were tinged with a slight blush, a testament to his inexperience in such intimate encounters. However, he held a firm belief that his wife's gaze was never excessive.
Alexander extended his hand, gently grasping Victoria's chin and tilting her face upwards. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment before she quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks reddening further at the sight of his bare chest.
"Help me," Alexander's voice sliced through the silence.
"Huh?"
"Button this up."
"I don't want to," she flatly refused.
"Then, I'll just stay like this in front of you all day," he teased, pretending to lean even closer into her line of sight.
"Stop, I'll do it," she relented, swiftly turning away. Her hands reached out to him, fumbling with his buttons as he knelt before her, watching her intently.
"Madam, that's not right," he gently corrected her.
Victoria turned back, irritation and confusion etched on her face. As her fingers grazed his skin, Alexander felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked down at her flushed face and his own tense abdomen, quietly exhaling to maintain control.
"Madam, don't you know how to button at all?" he asked, leaning over her, his hand resting on the back of the couch. Victoria found herself pressed against the couch, staring straight ahead at Alexander as he loomed closer.
"I'm— I was..." she stammered, her words trailing off as she tried to button his shirt. His deft fingers lifted her chin, planting a precise kiss on her lips. It was passionate and assertive, stealing her breath away.
Victoria was overwhelmed, her ears buzzing. The awkward position forced her to prop herself up to prevent straining her neck. Alexander quickly supported the back of her head, looking down at her cherry-red face before leaning in to kiss her deeply once more.
Victoria felt as though she'd been pummeled. When he finally stopped, her back and thighs were sore and weak. Somehow, they had ended up lying down on the couch. Gazing into her tender eyes, Alexander whispered softly, "Mrs. Harrington has some skills she needs to keep working on."
"What do you mean?" she asked, her mind racing. Was he criticizing her kissing ability? The thought was laughable. She had only held back because she wasn't sure about him. If he were straightforward, she would definitely show him her kissing prowess.
His domineering approach, completely disregarding her feelings and still finding her kisses too inexperienced, irked her.
Yet, Alexander found her sassiness somewhat charming, despite the minor irritations it sometimes caused.
Alexander savored his breakfast heartily, but Victoria wasn't so lucky. Her lips were raw, each sip of porridge stinging painfully. "Need help?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Feed you?"
"..." Victoria was silent. There was no need for that. She chided herself for almost believing Alexander would suddenly show such kindness. Alexander chuckled at her indignation, which she dared not escalate into a full-blown tantrum.
However, his demeanor quickly shifted to a more serious tone. "After work today, you'll start by announcing your identity at the office building."
"I don't want to."
"Once the morning meeting is over, we'll prepare for a press conference. Let the whole internet know we're married."
"I don't want to."
Her protests seemed to fall on deaf ears until he finished speaking and looked at her thoughtfully. Then he said earnestly, "I don't want to be rumored to be marrying some old flame anymore."
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