Chapter 190 We're Not Responsible If You End up Pregnant
"I've got this," she declared, her voice filled with a determination that was both admirable and intriguing. Alexander Harrington found himself drawn to this woman who always seemed to be the strongest in the room. She was proud, aloof, and carried a weight of endurance that was hard to ignore. There was a depth to her that he found himself yearning to explore.
Alexander had been finding himself increasingly obsessed with her, his thoughts constantly wandering to her body, her expressions, her softness. It was an odd predicament to find himself in, and he knew he should be more rational, but he couldn't help but be captivated by her.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed, his thoughts interrupted by the puzzled gaze of Victoria Kensington. "What's wrong?" he asked, meeting her curious eyes.
"Grab the stuff, let's go," she reminded him, already heading towards the exit. Not wanting to be left behind, Alexander quickly followed, calling out to the clerk, "Please put these in the car for us."
His intention was clear; he would carry his little wildcat, his pampered wife, who had a swollen ankle. Holding her delicate body in his arms, he was consumed by the memory of her squirming against him, making his heart race.
The clerk, marveling at their sleek sports car, quickly retrieved their items. Victoria sat inside the vehicle, offering a polite smile and a word of thanks. The clerk, brought back to reality, handed over the bags, but before Victoria could take them, Alexander intercepted, "Thanks."
The clerk's voice was tight, slightly hoarse as he responded, "You're welcome." He was surprised by their politeness, not something he often encountered with the rich. Victoria, too, was taken aback by Alexander's unexpected gratitude.
Upon their return home, Victoria found herself drawn into a conversation with Mrs. Harrington and Arabella Harrington in the living room. Meanwhile, Alexander was summoned to the study, where Mr. Harrington Sr. and his father awaited him with stern expressions.
"Word has it that you spent last night at the hotel with that woman?" Marcus inquired gravely, skepticism coloring his tone. The rest of the family was rattled, and he felt compelled to address the matter seriously with his son.
Alexander, catching his father's significant look, glanced at Mr. Harrington Sr. and offered a nonchalant explanation, "It wasn't just Isabella Montgomery and me at the hotel. Edward Sinclair and a few others were there too."
"Hmph, what about you and that woman? They stayed in their rooms, but what's your deal with her?" Mr. Harrington Sr. was genuinely concerned. He feared his grandson might father a child out of wedlock, bringing disgrace to their family. How could they face Victoria Kensington's deceased parents then?
"Nothing happened," Alexander stated firmly.
"Bullshit! Her parents came to our doorstep, and you say nothing happened?" Mr. Harrington Sr. retorted, his voice filled with fervor.
Marcus observed the considerable anger in his father and the aloof demeanor of his son. The clashing temperaments of grandfather and grandson were a recipe for confrontation.
Alexander, having been informed by Arabella Harrington about the incident, felt powerless to change the past. He simply suggested, "The next time they come, feel free to turn them away."
"So we just ignore them, and let their family accuse the Harrington's pride and joy of shirking responsibility after bedding and impregnating their daughter?" Mr. Harrington Sr. pressed on.
"The child isn't mine," Alexander maintained.
"If the child isn't yours, why are they insisting it is?" Mr. Harrington Sr. demanded further.
Downstairs, Victoria and the Harringtons were chatting, oblivious to the tension brewing upstairs. Suddenly, a panicked nanny rushed in, "Madam, Madam, please come quickly. There seems to be a commotion in the study."
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