Chapter 189 Mr. Harrington's Persistent Coercion
"Alexander Harrington, release me this instant. I refuse to enter your vehicle," Victoria Kensington demanded. The wind was growing stronger, whipping her hair into a frenzy, yet it did nothing to quell her defiance.
"The more you resist, the more determined I become to ensure you do," Alexander retorted. He gently placed her in the passenger seat, his hands firmly gripping her delicate shoulders. Leaning in close, he issued a stern warning, "If you attempt to escape again, our disagreement will extend beyond merely entering the car."
"What are your intentions, Alexander?"
"I want you, Victoria."
At his confession, Victoria ceased her struggles and remained still. Alexander was slightly disheartened by her sudden compliance, but a sense of victory quickly replaced his disappointment. He secured her seatbelt, cautioning, "Don't even contemplate escaping. You won't outrun me, especially in your injured state. You'll only exacerbate your situation."
Victoria sat silently, her fingers tightly clutching the seatbelt, a feeling of utter despair enveloping her. Only then did Alexander securely shut her door before making his way to the driver's side, ever watchful for any signs of her unbuckling the seatbelt and attempting to flee. He knew she was capable of anything.
However, as Victoria caught a whiff of the car's perfume, she softly suggested, "I'd prefer to sit in the back."
"Remain where you are, unless you'd rather sit on my lap?"
Victoria remained silent, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, yet she refrained from causing a scene. Alexander Harrington truly had no sense of shame. From her expression, it was clear she was far from pleased, yet Alexander appeared to be in high spirits as he drove away from her humble neighborhood.
Alexander didn't think much of her modest living conditions, believing they left much to be desired. He didn't intend for her to reside there for long, so he resigned himself to tolerate it for the time being.
While they were en route, Victoria suddenly requested, "Stop the car; we should purchase some fruit."
"Why?"
"I haven't been home in a while, we can't return empty-handed."
"There's no need for formalities when returning home."
"Please, just pull over."
Victoria noticed Alexander was about to bypass the store and quickly tugged at his arm. With a sudden swerve, Alexander parked the car at the curb, glancing down at the fabric of his shirt still held in her grasp.
Did she dare to cling onto more?
His arm strength was commendable, a fact she likely hadn't realized. Alexander decided he would have to demonstrate his strength to her someday. He had heard that during her time abroad, she had developed a fondness for attractive male models. A true connoisseur of aesthetics.
Victoria unbuckled her seatbelt, intending to exit the car, but Alexander was already one step ahead. She felt a rush of cool air behind her, and before she knew it, he was already advancing. He then stood before her, bending down.
"I can walk by myself."
"Do you wish to exacerbate your swelling? A swollen mouth doesn't hinder your work, but a swollen foot does."
He gently reminded her as he effortlessly lifted her into his arms. Victoria had no choice but to wrap her arms around his shoulders; after all, a swollen foot was indeed a nuisance, and a broken bone from a fall would be even worse. She despised pain, and the past few days had been particularly challenging.
Their shopping excursion, with Alexander cradling Victoria, caused quite a stir among the store staff.
"May I assist you in any way?" a clerk inquired.
"Could you fetch a wheelchair for her?" Alexander asked, his tone devoid of humor.
Victoria shot him a wide-eyed look, on the verge of smacking him.
"Just kidding, Mrs. Harrington here wishes to purchase some fruit," Alexander chuckled, delighting in her flustered state.
The clerk was taken aback, thinking there was no need for the couple to play such pranks on a simple store assistant. Nonetheless, the handsome man and beautiful woman did make for a rather pleasing sight.
Victoria deliberately selected the more expensive fruits, as the cheaper ones weren't deemed fit for her family’s standards. Alexander kept insisting there was no need for formalities when returning home. But her last name was Chelsea, after all. If it weren't for the unexpected events that befell her parents back in the states, Victoria's path and that of the Harrington family would hardly have intersected again.
Everything had occurred by chance, the affection and protection she received from her parents and grandparents. As Victoria was purchasing fruit and at the checkout, the clerk directed, "Sir, please pay over here."
Alexander Harrington glanced at the cashier and then back at Victoria Kensington.
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