Chapter 186 The Folly of Seeking Divorce
"If my heart belonged to another, my anxiety around you would not be so palpable," he declared, his gaze fervent and sincere. Victoria Kensington could almost discern a glimmer of pity in his eyes. But surely, it was she who was the rightful recipient of such sentiment.
What in the world was transpiring? Was this all but a dream? Without conscious thought, her hand rose in the air.
"Ah," Alexander Harrington grimaced, a frown creasing his forehead in pain. Victoria's panic surged. This was undeniably amiss.
"Are you under some sort of curse?" Victoria finally hazarded a guess.
Alexander couldn't suppress a chuckle, his hand gently stroking her hair as he watched her until her unsteady gaze met his. His mirth subsided as he turned serious once more, "Perhaps it's a spell cast by the matriarch of the Harrington family."
Victoria was left speechless. She didn't possess such abilities.
Alexander's amusement swelled at her serious reaction, compelling him to kiss her passionately. Victoria instinctively shut her eyes, and when he withdrew, she slowly opened them to his entranced gaze. Her bewilderment rendered her irresistibly charming.
Later that night, Victoria tossed restlessly in bed, sleep eluding her. Alexander, fresh from his shower, insisted on sharing her bed, his proximity disconcerting.
Each time she attempted to create distance, he closed the gap. Eventually, Victoria resigned herself to the edge of the bed, her emotions a tangled web. Here she was, sharing a bed with a man, not for the first time, yet something felt different.
"Can't sleep?" His arm suddenly encircled her shoulder, drawing her to face him. His features were obscured in the darkness. Their breaths intertwined in the shadowy room as he drew closer.
Her fingers clutched the sheets beside her, her voice barely above a whisper, "Alexander Harrington, you... you should leave."
His laughter held a note of melancholy, "When will you ask me to stay?" He was eager for that day.
"I moved out to create distance between us."
"I know." Her tone was grave, and his response equally solemn.
Victoria Kensington found herself lifting her gaze to him. Alexander Harrington's eyes were downcast as he gently pressed his forehead against hers, whispering, "I know that asking for a divorce as soon as I returned was a foolish act. It must have broken your heart. It was the most idiotic thing I've ever done."
His confession left Victoria Kensington reeling.
She felt a burning sensation within her, stirring. Did he truly comprehend? Did he understand the devastation the divorce had wrought on her? The feeling of being abandoned and helpless.
The rumors she'd heard had been confirmed by his words, leaving her no choice but to accept her fate. She had been deeply wounded, her insignificance underscored. But why, after she had resigned herself to this reality, had the situation taken such a turn?
Suddenly, she felt a touch on her lips, a tingling sensation that was particularly distinct in the darkness. Their breaths tangled, and before she knew it, he was kissing her again, tentatively at first, then with increasing boldness.
When Victoria Kensington regained her senses, she found her lips being delicately savored. He was unhurried, savoring her like a connoisseur relishing a fine delicacy.
Victoria felt her hands being taken. Their fingers intertwined, his kisses growing more fervent, his hoarse voice reminding her, "Pay attention."
Flustered, Victoria turned her face away, "Alexander Harrington."
"I'm here." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, then slowly traveled down her neck with a gentle suckle.
"We shouldn't do this." Her reason returning, she firmly rejected him, though her voice was husky from his kisses.
"Shouldn't do what?" His kisses lingered on her neck and behind her ear, his hot hands skillfully unbuttoning her pajama set.
The quiet darkness was a place to lose oneself in.
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