Chapter 19 No Resignation Allowed
"Mr. Harrington."
In the office building, there was no Alexander. Just the fact that they were meeting again so soon made her feel tense. Alexander had already changed into a neat black suit and was elegantly striding towards her with long steps. She reflexively stepped back, not raising her eyes.
Alexander noticed that she had a temper, but she was polite with her eyes. She must have scored full marks in etiquette class when she was young. Despite his annoyance, Alexander deliberately moved closer to her. Victoria inadvertently noticed his long legs and knew he was getting closer, so she held back her racing heart and stepped back again.
He finally stopped, looking down at her and said indifferently, "That's enough, you, come to my office." He was pointing at her. Victoria lowered her head, "Yes."
Soon, only she and his assistant were left upstairs.
"Miss Kensington, do you want me to help you put your luggage away first?"
"Thank you."
Victoria gratefully thanked her, looking at the door to the office. She walked up, knocked on the door.
"Come in."
The man's aloof voice slowly reached her ears. She entered and saw Alexander standing in front of his desk looking at some documents. He then turned to look at her, "This is a company; put away your little girl temper."
She hadn't said anything yet, and he already knew she was acting like a little girl?
"There are no spoiled little girls here, only professional secretaries. If you can't do it well, I will..."
He suddenly stopped. But Victoria's heart was secretly excited. What would he do? Fire her? That would be great, she was sure to act spoiled for him to see.
"I will squeeze you hard."
He slowly walked towards her, then leaned into her ear, laughing yet softly threatening her at the same time. Victoria only felt his cool breath rushing towards her and reflexively stepped back. Alexander looked at her unhappily; he was a bit annoyed that she always stepped back. He had just moved a bit closer, so why? She was still his wife. She went to drink coffee with another man late at night, in such a mysterious place, but with him...
"Come back."
He suddenly ordered discontentedly. Victoria lowered her head, and her hands became nervously entwined. She always did this when she was anxious.
"I told you to come back."
He reiterated. She finally looked up at him, "I can hear what you say from here just fine, Mr. Harrington."
She didn't want to get any closer to him. That would make her breathless and make her involuntarily fantasize about him more. Between a man and a woman, once the relationship was clear, there should always be an appropriate distance between them.
"Can you hear what your husband says, though?"
He suddenly interrogated her and moved closer. She reflexively stepped back again, but Alexander pressed closer. Victoria felt like her heart was about to jump out, and yet he was still pressing on. Then... finally, she had nowhere to escape.
She was wearing sportswear; her back against the wall wasn't cold, but it was particularly hard. And soon, he was glaring at her maliciously, "Step back again."
She couldn't step back anymore; how could she? She stubbornly refused to look at him, hanging her head in a sulk. But Alexander was pressing closer again. She watched as their clothes touched, and at that moment, she suddenly dared not breathe.
Alexander naturally lowered his gaze to that spot, but for some reason, he moved forward again, until there was no gap between them. Only then did he stop, and then challenged her, "Why aren't you stepping back now?"
"Mr. Harrington, please restrain yourself." Her eyes filled with mist as she was pushed, but she didn't forget to remind him.
"Mr. Harrington can restrain himself, but your husband doesn't need to."
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