Chapter 218 Mr. Harrington Decodes Her Combination Lock
A tall man, drenched from head to toe, stepped into the room. Victoria didn't have the luxury of time to examine him thoroughly. Her instincts kicked in, compelling her to act first.
However, just as she was about to swing the golf club with all her might, the man spun around. Victoria halted abruptly, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Alexander?" she gasped.
His gaze fell on the golf club she was clutching. "Were you planning to murder me?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Victoria, rendered speechless, quickly stowed away the golf club. Yet, she couldn't resist stealing a glance at his disheveled appearance. "Why are you soaked?" she inquired.
"The wind was fierce, and my umbrella was no match for it," Alexander explained. His eyes, however, were fixated on her pallid face. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, I'm fine," she replied, her voice trembling slightly. She turned away, placing the golf club back on the bedside table.
Alexander's brow furrowed as he watched her. "Has someone been here?" he asked, unable to shake off his suspicion.
Victoria scoffed internally. 'Why is he pretending to be oblivious?'
"It's just for protection against bad people," she replied, referring to the golf club.
She had purchased it online, thinking it would come in handy. But Alexander sensed that she was concealing something from him.
As he pondered over what she might be hiding, Victoria suddenly turned to him. "How did you get into my house?"
"The password is my birthday," he replied nonchalantly.
Victoria was taken aback. She was at a loss for words, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Alexander chose not to press her further. The moment the door had swung open, he had believed what others had claimed - Victoria harbored feelings for him.
Standing at the doorway, Alexander glanced down at his wet clothes. "Would you mind if I used your bathroom?" he asked in a low voice.
Victoria was taken aback. The idea of a man using her bathroom, a woman's sanctuary, was unsettling. "You should go back..." she began, but he cut her off.
"Thanks," he said, striding towards the bathroom without waiting for her approval. Once inside, he poked his head out. "Victoria, could you prepare some pajamas for me?"
Victoria was flabbergasted. Why would she have men's pajamas? And besides, he didn't need them. She recalled that he had left a set of clothes at her place, but she had forgotten to return them. Opening the wardrobe, she retrieved the clothes from the box he had left. Underneath them, she found a light-colored silk robe. She lifted it curiously. A robe? Did he bring pajamas too?
"Victoria?" Alexander called out from the bathroom.
Victoria turned towards the bathroom, clutching his clothes and the robe. "You..." she began, but her voice trailed off.
"Hmm?" Alexander emerged from the bathroom, his upper body bare and glistening with raindrops. Victoria's ears turned red, and she quickly averted her gaze. "Here," she mumbled, handing him the clothes.
Alexander accepted them without a word, refraining from teasing her about her shyness. He simply closed the bathroom door, leaving Victoria alone with her racing heart.
She immediately dialed Jasmine. "Are you free?" she asked. Jasmine informed her that she was staying at a hotel due to the severe weather conditions. Victoria apologized for the inconvenience and hung up.
Victoria hadn't realized the intensity of the storm outside. She peered out the window, the fierce winds making her feel somewhat melancholic. But she had a more pressing concern - Alexander would undoubtedly want to sleep in a bed. She rummaged through the cabinet, found a blanket, and hugged it close.
When Alexander emerged from the shower, he found the bed empty. Victoria was nowhere to be found in the room. He sighed, feeling a pang of disappointment. He had never been comfortable sharing a bed with someone else. But after their previous encounter, he had grown accustomed to her presence.
Alexander walked to the doorway and spotted Victoria on the couch. His heart softened at the sight. This silly girl had voluntarily chosen to sleep on the couch.
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