Chapter 219 The Question of a Surname - Harrington?
"Victoria," his voice, laced with seduction, echoed in the room. Victoria, however, remained facing the sofa, refusing to turn around. "I'm sleeping here," she declared.
Alexander, standing by the door, couldn't help but smile at her defiance. "Do you mind having company?" he asked, his tone playful. Victoria's back instantly stiffened at his words. "Of course," she retorted, her voice a mix of pride, anger, and stubbornness.
With a helpless sigh, Alexander offered a compromise. "How about you take the bed, and I'll sleep on the sofa?" Victoria didn't bother to respond. The bed was too large, too tempting for an unwanted invasion. The sofa, on the other hand, was a safer choice. It was smaller than his, and it would be a struggle to accommodate two people.
"Goodnight, then," Alexander conceded, not pushing the matter further. After wishing her a good night, he was met with silence. He retreated to her bed, resting his head on her pillow. Despite his best efforts, sleep eluded him. The storm outside raged on, the wind howling and the rain pounding against the windows. Yet, his body felt hotter with each passing minute, his mind filled with thoughts of Victoria.
The following morning, at the Regal Retreat.
"What? He didn't come back again? Did he go to that woman's place again?" Isabella exclaimed, clutching a pillow tightly.
"Yes," the bodyguard confirmed.
Isabella's mind raced. 'What should I do? He's with Victoria every night. I thought he didn't like Victoria?' she wondered.
"Miss, should we go and threaten that woman again?" the bodyguard suggested.
Isabella shot him a stern look. "You better not get caught in any compromising situation again."
"Yes," the bodyguard agreed, turning to leave.
As he left, another man emerged from upstairs. "Why bother?" he asked, his tone dismissive. Isabella looked up at him, her gaze icy. "None of your business."
"What do you think Alexander is?" he asked, walking over to her with a serious expression.
"The foundation of my later years," Isabella replied, her tone firm.
"If he is your foundation, then why did you invite me here?"
The previous night, after a few drinks, she had invited him upstairs. It was a late-night invitation, the implications of which were clear to any adult. He had stayed, as expected, but now he found himself questioning the point of it all, especially after hearing her fret over another man.
Isabella looked at him, her mind filled with images of Alexander and Victoria. She wanted revenge. Why should he be with Victoria while she was alone?
Isabella turned to Sebastian. "You better not say a word to Alexander."
"But he already knows."
"As long as I don't admit it," she reminded him stubbornly.
Sebastian remained silent, simply nodding before heading towards the door. This place wasn't suitable for him. As he entered the elevator, he ran into Edward, who was heading out for a morning run. Edward frowned at the sight of him, and after a few seconds, he asked, "What were you doing upstairs?"
"Oh, Isabella's things were broken at home, so she asked me to help fix them."
"Is that so?"
Edward glanced at the bite mark on his neck, clearly left by a woman, and easily concluded that he was lying. "Next time, come up with a better excuse," he advised.
"Dude, please don't tell Alexander, okay?"
"Do you think he cares about your affairs?"
Sebastian lowered his head, unable to respond.
"It would be better for both of you to be public so he won't suffer any more injustices from Victoria."
"Isabella won't let me be public."
"Whose child is Isabella carrying? Are you really going to let the child be named Harrington?" Edward asked.
Sebastian was left speechless. Isabella didn't like his background, but he didn't know how to respond to Edward's question.
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