Chapter 188 I Want You To
Even though he had been ousted, how could Alexander Harrington possibly confess to such a thing? He remained silent, the memory of his mission to locate Isabella Montgomery lingering in his mind. What a foolish woman, he thought. However, his attention was soon drawn to the somewhat reserved man seated across from him.
Feeling the weight of Alexander's gaze, Sebastian Montague immediately straightened up in his seat, uttering a simple, "Bro."
Alexander studied him with an icy stare for a prolonged moment before unexpectedly bursting into laughter.
The sound of his laughter sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine. "Summon Isabella Montgomery," Alexander suggested out of the blue.
All eyes in the room swiveled towards Alexander, who seemed entirely indifferent to the attention. His long legs were crossed, a cigarette held casually between his fingers as he returned Sebastian's gaze.
Understanding Alexander's intent, Sebastian agreed to make the call. "I'll do it. Isabella Montgomery will be overjoyed to receive a call from you, inviting her to join us," William Sullivan interjected, already reaching for his phone.
Sebastian exhaled quietly in relief, while Benjamin Beaumont and Edward Sinclair, who had been observing the situation closely, could only sigh in resignation.
This guy, they thought, seriously lacks common sense.
Yet, Alexander Harrington seemed unfazed by the judgement.
Half an hour later, Isabella Montgomery made her entrance.
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The following morning broke bright and clear.
Alexander and his colleagues departed from the hotel, each attending to their respective tasks.
By eight-thirty, Alexander had arrived at the top floor of his office building.
"Good morning, boss," a voice greeted him.
"Mhm," he responded, his gaze lowered as he stepped inside. Suddenly, he halted and turned to regard an empty chair.
"Miss Kensington took the day off," Jasmine quickly informed him, noticing his attention focused on the vacant seat.
"I know," Alexander replied, before striding off with purposeful steps.
Jasmine was left puzzled; her boss and Miss Kensington didn't live together. How could he have known?
Alexander spent the entire morning sequestered in his office, not once stepping out.
By noon, Jasmine's curiosity got the better of her, and she texted Victoria Kensington on WhatsApp, "The boss hasn't left his office all morning."
Victoria responded with a simple smiley emoji.
"Is there some sort of celebration happening at home? I went to deliver some documents and found the boss grinning like an idiot," Jasmine continued.
"Not that I'm aware of," Victoria replied, her mind wandering. The only celebration she could think of was Alexander spending the night with Isabella Montgomery at the hotel. Had they shared the plush, oversized bed on the top floor?
The more Victoria pondered, the deeper she delved into her thoughts, until she snapped back to reality with a shake of her head.
‘What am I thinking?’ She chastised herself internally before returning her attention to the television.
Her swollen ankle was nearly healed, but walking was still a challenge.
That evening, when she descended the stairs, Alexander's car was already parked in front of her building.
Upon noticing her limp, he nearly reached for the door handle, but instead chose to remain seated, his hands gripping the steering wheel firmly.
When Victoria spotted his car, she hesitated, and upon seeing him inside, decided not to approach.
Alexander touched his lips, feigning ignorance of her presence.
However, by the time he blinked again, she had already begun to walk away. Victoria Kensington.
Alexander had no choice but to roll down the window and call out to her.
Victoria didn't stop. Her heart sank, but she continued to walk away.
Alexander exited the car. It wasn't that he had actually missed seeing her; he had simply pretended not to. After all, she had seen him too, looking down in that moment.
He quickly caught up to Victoria and seized her arm. She was forced to stop, glance at the hand gripping her, and attempt to shake it off.
"Why didn't you get in the car when you saw me?" Alexander demanded, refusing to release her.
“I didn’t want to,” was Victoria’s blunt response.
Alexander was momentarily taken aback by her curt reply but quickly recovered, lifting her off the ground, “Well, I insist that you get in.”
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