Chapter 217 Did You Hide a Woman or Something
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"Even though the noodles were cooked yesterday, my intentions are nothing but good," Isabella explained gently, her voice filled with sincerity.
Victoria, on the other hand, was suddenly taken aback. He had distinctly mentioned his plans to visit Isabella's place for a meal of noodles the previous morning. Yet, how could it be that Isabella now claimed he had not eaten the noodles?
"Let's move to the lounge to eat," suggested Isabella, already making her way towards the room.
Victoria's gaze instinctively darted towards the door, and she hugged her shoulders defensively.
"Wait. Don’t go in there," came Alexander's deep voice, stopping Isabella in her tracks.
"Why? Are you hiding a woman in there?" Isabella queried, her tone laced with suspicion.
"Victoria is inside," Alexander responded calmly, his voice betraying no emotion.
Upon hearing this, Isabella's eyes welled up with tears instantly.
"Were you two together last night?" she asked hurriedly, her voice heavy with grief, resembling a person who had been deceived.
"Yes," was the simple reply.
"And what about me? And our baby?"
"Isabella, we... Isabella, what's wrong?"
"Alexander, our baby..."
Isabella's voice trailed off into a weak whisper as she slowly sank to her knees, leaning on Alexander for support.
"Isabella?"
Alexander swiftly caught the collapsing woman in his arms, his eyes darting towards the entrance of the lounge.
When Victoria emerged fully dressed, the room was empty. All that remained was a familiar food container and a feminine, branded handbag discarded on the floor.
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The following morning, Victoria's phone buzzed incessantly on her desk, but she ignored all calls from Mr. Harrington.
Around lunchtime, Jasmine approached her, phone in hand, and whispered, "Miss Kensington, Mr. Harrington insists you take his call."
Noticing Jasmine's anxiety, Victoria took the call, "What does Mr. Harrington want?"
"Isabella's child is due to be born."
"Alright," Victoria responded curtly before ending the call.
That evening, Jasmine accompanied her for a meal of Italian pasta, the spicy variety.
Both girls ended up with numb mouths due to the intense heat of the dish.
Having consumed a bit too much alcohol, Victoria hailed a taxi to return home.
As she stepped out of the vehicle at the entrance of her neighborhood, she felt a raindrop splatter against her face. Looking up, she was met with a sudden downpour.
Caught off guard, Victoria stood frozen for a few moments, allowing the rain to drench her completely before she snapped back to reality. Hastily, she placed her bag over her head and sprinted towards her house.
Suddenly, a dark figure darted towards her.
Her heart pounded in her chest, but when she looked up, her vision was obscured.
She assumed it was another attempt to intimidate her, but then an umbrella materialized above her head, shielding her from the rain. She glanced up reluctantly to find a man holding it over her.
Relieved, she quickly averted her gaze.
Ignoring his intense stare, she bowed her head and continued her journey through the rain.
She had no need for his umbrella.
This was the man who intended to divorce her upon his return.
Completely soaked, she returned to her apartment and glanced at the puddle in the elevator. Once inside her home, she dried herself off casually before retrieving a mop.
After cleaning the elevator, she returned home and locked the door behind her.
However, her mind was in turmoil.
Why had he suddenly appeared there?
Wasn't he supposed to be with Isabella?
She refused to allow herself to dwell on him any longer. He was just a man, after all.
She showered and changed into her pajamas.
Her phone rang just as she finished drying her hair. It was Jasmine. She answered, "Hello, Jasmine."
"Vicky, I just spotted Isabella with a man at the bar. It looks like Mr. Alexander."
"Are you sure you didn't mistake her? Isabella should be at the hospital," she replied, recalling Isabella's pregnancy.
"No, I'll send you the photo."
Jasmine hung up abruptly and sent her a message on WhatsApp.
Victoria was still holding her phone when she heard the sound of her door lock being tampered with.
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