Chapter 205 His Aloofness
Victoria Kensington found herself musing over the fact that his affections hadn't exactly been sugar-coated. Yet, the kiss he had planted on her lips just moments ago...
She abruptly halted her train of thought, the sweet taste of coffee still lingering on her lips. She paused, taken aback.
Revulsion surged within her as she realized she had allowed his taste to invade her mouth. She shot him a look of disdain before forcefully pushing him away.
This time, Alexander Harrington offered no resistance. Instead, he stooped to gather some documents that had scattered on the floor. As the elevator swiftly ascended to the fifteenth floor, she pivoted towards him, her voice laced with demand, "Give them back."
"What?" he feigned innocence.
"The documents."
"First, answer me this: did you even heed my words?" he countered, challenging her.
Victoria responded with a stubborn silence, dismissing his words as honeyed lies designed to ensnare naive, gullible girls. She was determined not to fall for his ploys.
Alexander exhaled a resigned sigh, acknowledging her unyielding stance. "Here," he offered, extending the documents towards her.
She promptly seized the papers and spun on her heels to depart, only to be yanked back against the elevator wall. He held her gaze, "Do you have plans with Adrian tonight?"
His grip was firm on her shoulder, but she retorted stubbornly, "What if I do?"
"Today is your husband's birthday," he reminded her quietly, his tone more of a gentle reminder than an accusation.
The weight of his words resonated with her, and her gaze fell. "There will be plenty of people celebrating Mr. Harrington's birthday. He won't miss one."
"Victoria Kensington." His voice held a hint of desperation, a plea for her to understand that it wasn't about the crowd for him, it was about her.
"I might be falling for Adrian," she confessed boldly, locking eyes with him.
A crease of confusion and concern instantly marred Alexander's brow. "What did you say?" his voice dropped, his penetrating gaze searching hers for any sign of jest.
"My relationship with Mr. Harrington was doomed from the start – too many years between us, no shared interests, always at odds. But with Adrian, it's different; we can talk for hours and every minute we spend together is pure joy."
Her stubbornness persisted as she continued to speak.
His expression turned icy, a chill spreading across his features.
Then, feeling powerless, he released her, "Just go."
Victoria Kensington lowered her gaze and walked away.
In the elevator, he remained alone, standing still until, just before the doors closed, he turned and caught a glimpse of her retreating figure.
She'd said she might be falling for Adrian?
She was upset about the age difference with him, really?
Was it truly just a five-year gap?
And had she never enjoyed a single moment with him?
Alexander Harrington hung his head in frustration, struggling to keep his temper in check, his complexion growing increasingly troubled.
Her disdain was painfully clear.
Even on his birthday, she didn't hesitate to twist the knife deeper.
He envisioned her lying on the beach with Adrian, gazing at the stars and the moon, chatting away so blissfully, and found himself choked with anger.
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As expected, Adrian's car was parked downstairs from their office building that evening.
Yet, Victoria Kensington was still toiling away, working overtime.
Yes, thanks to the man in the office, she was enslaved and tormented, buried under a mountain of disorganized work, forbidden to leave until it was all done.
Then she heard the office door open, someone stepping out.
"Is Vicky going to be much longer?"
Isabella Montgomery paused to ask.
Victoria Kensington barely lifted her gaze, catching sight of Isabella on his arm, and immediately lowered her head, refocusing on her work, "Mhm."
Thanks to Alexander's "kindness," she wouldn't be finished before midnight.
Alexander Harrington, however, didn't spare her a glance, merely saying to Isabella, "Let's go, they're waiting for us."
"Sure, but why make Vicky work late tonight? Isn't today special?"
"It might be special for you, but not necessarily for everyone else."
With that cool remark, Alexander Harrington walked away with Isabella Montgomery.
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