Chapter 183 Crossing the Boss's Woman
Victoria watched him in silence. His attentiveness was striking, as if he had been well-practiced in the art of caring for others. Had he honed these skills with that woman?
"Why aren't you with Miss Montgomery? What's so urgent that you've come looking for me?" she questioned.
"Stop uttering 'Alexander Harrington' as if you're striving to maintain a distance from me. I can see through your intentions – you simply don't trust me," he retorted, locking eyes with her after examining her ankle.
Victoria met his gaze with a defiant stare, believing it was best if he kept his distance. She was well aware that her feelings for him had come first. Why was she always the one left feeling insignificant?
"Why didn't you answer my calls?" he queried.
"Why should I answer the boss's calls if I'm not even going to work?" Victoria retorted, feeling her job teetering on the edge.
Alexander sighed, "Do you truly believe that's the reason I didn't summon you to the office?"
"Because I've upset the boss's lady," Victoria murmured, feigning indifference and averting his gaze. Why did he insist on posing such agonizing questions?
She clenched her hands. Alexander noticed the tension in her grip, recognizing the ring she wore – the same one he had spotted two days prior. He reached out and took her hand assertively, narrowly avoiding contact with the ring. It had belonged to his mother-in-law, after all; it wasn't his place to touch.
"Why are you wearing my mother-in-law's ring?" he asked.
"I just need a rest," she replied in a whisper.
Alexander looked at her and gave a wry smile, "I've been searching for you, waiting, and the moment you appear, you tell me you want to rest?" Victoria was left bewildered.
He had been looking for her? Why? Was it to hold her accountable for Isabella Montgomery's sudden fainting episode?
"I didn't touch her," she declared instinctively, her voice a soft murmur of defense. If Alexander Harrington didn't believe her, there was nothing she could do. But the truth was, she hadn't laid a finger on the woman.
"I'm not here to discuss Isabella Montgomery," he clarified.
"Then who is it about? Her bodyguard?" She was reaching her limit. She couldn't fathom his intentions. Did he relish being caught in a love triangle? He knew her attacker was Isabella Montgomery's bodyguard but hadn't mentioned it, leaving her to imagine the worst. Was he worried that she would confront Isabella for retribution? In this city, she was alone; what power did she have to seek justice?
Yet he was so protective of Isabella, ensuring no harm or slightest inconvenience befell her. And Victoria, in his eyes, was merely a wife in name, someone to amuse him when it suited his mood.
"Did Isabella come to you saying it was her bodyguard who hurt you that night?" Alexander's voice cut through her thoughts. Victoria merely wiped away unbidden tears and looked away.
"What else did she say?" he pressed.
"Can you just leave?" She was tired of being interrogated like a criminal.
"Answer me first."
"Why keep questioning me? If Isabella Montgomery is the one you truly care about, why not ask her instead?"
"Because she's weak?" After a few seconds, he responded with those words.
Victoria was left breathless, pulling her hand from his grasp and turning to leave. But as she moved, her ankle throbbed in pain. Alexander leaned over, effortlessly holding her slender legs, a resigned smile on his face, "Victoria Kensington, you're my wife, yet you're always pushing me towards another woman. Do you think that's appropriate?"
"Why should I take the blame, Alexander Harrington?" She was a woman alone, without support. Was it fair for him to shift all responsibility onto her?
Suddenly, Victoria felt there was nothing left to say to him. They seldom saw eye to eye.
"Isn't that the case? I've told you, I don't feel that way about her."
"I'm twenty-three, not thirteen. What makes you think I'd fall for those sweet nothings?"
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