Chapter 198 His Warmth Enveloped Her Swiftly
A startled gasp escaped Victoria Kensington as she instinctively clasped her arms around him. The sudden sensation of being hoisted off the ground was akin to the terror one might experience when teetering on the edge of a precipitous fall.
Alexander Harrington's laughter echoed in her ears. "Don't scream, or I might get the wrong idea," he teased.
Victoria promptly sealed her lips. Was she screaming without reason? No, she was merely reacting to his unexpected act of lifting her into the air. His cavalier attitude was far from gentlemanly.
He gently placed her on the bed, instructing, "Lower your head."
With wide eyes, Victoria looked up at him. Upon hearing his command, she reluctantly bowed her head. But a question lingered in her mind: when had he learned to blow-dry a woman's hair?
The reality, however, was far from her expectations.
"Ow," she winced repeatedly.
Unable to bear her discomfort, Alexander switched off the dryer, his gaze questioning. "Why do you keep making noise?"
"It hurts," she confessed, clutching her head to indicate the source of her pain.
His eyes locked onto hers, an intense stare that made her heart flutter. From his elevated position, he noticed something amiss.
"Your towel has slipped," he pointed out.
Her body flushed a deep shade of red as she quickly hugged herself. Alexander averted his gaze, swiftly retrieving a bathrobe from the walk-in closet. "Put this on first," he instructed.
Victoria eyed the hastily chosen garment before slipping it on.
He turned away, leaving her with a final instruction. "Dry your hair yourself."
Relieved, Victoria accepted the hairdryer. As she looked up, she noticed him heading to the bathroom, his head tilted back, pinching his nose. What was wrong with him? A nosebleed? But the weather had been damp lately due to the frequent rain.
She quickly dried her hair, coiled the dryer cord, and placed it on the nightstand. Her gaze instinctively drifted towards the expansive bed.
Something felt amiss. Were they going to share the bed tonight? The thought sent a wave of heat to her cheeks. It wasn't until she looked down that she noticed the loose neckline of the bathrobe. The memory of his earlier state only added to her discomfort.
Her clothes were still in the bathroom. She eyed the nearby walk-in closet thoughtfully, preparing to rise from the bed. But as her feet brushed the floor, he emerged from the bathroom.
"What are you looking for? I'll get it for you," he offered.
"I..." she began, intending to change her clothes and escape while he was preoccupied with his nosebleed.
Instead, she silently retracted her legs and pulled the covers over them, up to her neck, hiding herself beneath.
Alexander watched her in silence before sighing. She didn't want him looking at her. A pang of guilt washed over him. Why had he chosen such a short nightgown for her? He picked up the discarded towel and left the room.
Seeing her securely bundled on the bed, he switched off the lights from the doorway, plunging the room into darkness. Victoria tensed, calling out softly, "Alexander Harrington?"
"I'm here," his deep, reassuring voice echoed in the dark.
"It seems like the power went out," she murmured, a hint of fear in her voice.
When no further sound came from him, she wrapped herself tighter. "Alexander Harrington? Are you still there?"
The room was eerily silent, the stillness unsettling.
"Here," his voice, sensuous and deep, was barely a whisper, yet it stirred her, unnerving her. And it was close. So close, as if he was right before her eyes.
Indeed, she soon felt his warmth as he cradled her face.
Victoria sensed that something was off. She didn't realize that as he leaned over her, as he kissed her, he gently and securely laid her down on the bed.
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