Chapter 202 Her Sweet Coffee Was Poisonous
The morning had been a flurry of activity, leaving her with a throbbing neck and aching arms. Suddenly, her vision blurred, as if the world around her was fading into a hazy fog.
"Mrs. Harrington," the nanny murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as she tried to coax Victoria into keeping her around.
Victoria, however, was stubborn. She sank back into her chair, resolute in her decision to finish her meal. Her appetite was small, and she initially doubted her ability to finish the food in front of her. But her irritation fueled her, and she forced herself to eat, even though it filled her to the point of discomfort.
After breakfast, she made her way to the office building, her energy drained and her spirit low.
Noticing her melancholy, Jasmine approached her cautiously. "Hey Vicky, got the blues?" she asked.
Victoria was at a loss for words, but before she could respond, a piece of candy landed on her desk.
She looked up at Jasmine and broke into a grateful smile, which Jasmine returned.
Victoria felt a sense of pity from Jasmine, who seemed to view her as the unfortunate wife of Alexander Harrington. It was a comforting thought; she didn't have many friends.
The prospect of Jasmine wanting to befriend her brought a small glimmer of happiness to her day.
She accepted the candy with a soft, "Thanks."
"No problem... Let me treat you to lunch—it's your birthday, after all. Can't have you treating me again."
"Sounds good."
As they exited the elevator together, the office was filled with the cheerful chatter of men and women, their spirits high.
"Mr. Harrington, Miss Isabella," Jasmine greeted, her voice faltering slightly as she stumbled over the name "Isabella Montgomery."
"Good morning, Miss Jasmine. It's Alex's birthday today; I've taken the day off to spend it with him," Isabella Montgomery replied cheerfully.
Jasmine merely blinked in response.
"Let's go," Alexander Harrington grumbled, his eyes glued to his phone. He gave a curt nod as soon as Isabella finished speaking.
"Sure, Vicky, could you please bring in a sweetened coffee and a glass of water later? Thanks."
Victoria Kensington bowed her head slightly, unable to find the words to respond.
But did she care? No. She had never loved him. Her infatuation with his good looks had been fleeting, and she had long since come back to reality.
"What's going on? Why has Mr. Harrington called Miss Montgomery up again?" someone whispered.
"Who can really know what the boss is thinking?" Victoria mumbled to herself as she walked away from her desk to make the coffee.
Sugar, huh? Fine, she'd give him a little extra.
She knew that since Isabella Montgomery was pregnant and had given up coffee, the sweetened cup must be for Alexander Harrington. But Victoria didn't realize she'd accidentally dumped three sugar packets into the brew. Looking at the pile of sugar packets beside her, she was taken aback.
Well, his problem. After all, it was Isabella Montgomery who asked for the sweet coffee.
Victoria carried the coffee and the water to his office door, where she could hear a woman's coquettish voice inside, planning the evening's birthday bash.
Perfect, considering she had plans to enjoy some street-side barbecue with Adrian that night.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.
"Come in," came Isabella Montgomery's voice.
But it was Victoria who entered.
"Hey, Vicky, did you prepare a gift for Alex's birthday? I'm collecting them all," Isabella Montgomery announced, making it clear she was in charge of unwrapping the gifts.
Victoria set the coffee down on the desk and handed over the water, a polite smile on her face. "Sorry, I wasn't aware it was Mr. Harrington's birthday, so I didn't get a gift."
"Oh? You didn't know? Well, it's not too late to pick something up over lunch," Isabella suggested with feigned closeness.
"As a wage earner, I'm not exactly in a position to buy a gift that Mr. Harrington would appreciate," she replied, her voice tight with a restrained smile, then turned to leave.
Alexander Harrington took a sip of his coffee and quickly furrowed his brow.
Then, his gaze lifted to meet hers.
Victoria Kensington couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Harrington, is there something wrong with the coffee I made?”
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