Chapter 220 Restraint
As dawn broke, Victoria ventured out to procure some necessities. Unbeknownst to her, a shadow trailed her every move. She glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of a man who abruptly halted, his gaze locked onto her. Victoria couldn't discern his features clearly, but a surge of panic propelled her to quicken her pace.
A bakery, bustling with a handful of customers, lay nearby. She made her way towards it, seeking refuge in the queue. The man mirrored her, halting on the opposite side of the street, his eyes never leaving her. He formed a gun with his fingers, aimed it at her, and then vanished into the crowd. Victoria's heart pounded in her chest as she watched him retreat. She recalled Isabella's words - this man was Isabella's bodyguard, a man Alexander was acquainted with.
"Miss, what can I get you?" The shopkeeper's voice pulled her from her thoughts. She had been so engrossed in her fear that she hadn't noticed the line in front of her had dispersed. She hurriedly placed her order, "Bran muffin, please."
"How many?"
"Two," Victoria replied, her gaze involuntarily drifting back to where the man had stood.
He was gone, but the icy tendrils of fear still clung to her.
The wind whipped around her as she made her way home, her breath held hostage until she crossed the threshold. Alexander emerged from the shower to find her standing at the door, her face ashen.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concern etching his features.
Victoria offered no response, instead, she composed herself and handed him his breakfast. "Eat quickly and leave," she instructed before retreating into the bedroom.
A sense of wrongness washed over her as she noticed the missing bed sheets and duvet cover. Alexander, standing behind her with the breakfast baskets, offered an explanation, "Your bedding was a bit dirty, so I washed it for you."
She had just changed them two days ago. How could they be dirty? She wasn't unhygienic. Was he implying...
"Don't impose your obsession with cleanliness on my house," she retorted, making her way to the bathroom. The sight that greeted her there made her blood boil - a man's underwear hanging in her bathroom.
Victoria's face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She understood now why that man had appeared. He must have known about Alexander's presence and had come to intimidate her.
"Can you stop coming to my house?" She demanded, her voice laced with fury.
"Hmm? Is it impolite to talk to the man you like?" He countered.
Victoria's annoyance and embarrassment left her speechless.
Alexander continued, his gaze never leaving her, "Let's go, and enjoy our breakfast."
"Just because I liked you first, does that mean I don't deserve basic respect?" Victoria retorted, struggling to keep her emotions in check.
Alexander turned to her, confusion clouding his features, "Hmm? Who doesn't respect you?"
"You," she shot back, her anger flaring.
Alexander frowned, "How am I not respecting you?"
"If you respected me, would you break into my house in the middle of the night and take over my bed?"
"At least I didn't force you to sleep with me."
Victoria fell silent. That was only because it hadn't happened last night.
"If I didn't respect you, I wouldn't let you glare at me like this without any reaction."
"What do you want to do then?" Victoria challenged, her heart pounding at his deep voice.
"First, I'll beat you up, then strip you naked and throw you on the bed, then..."
"Alexander, you jerk." Victoria's face turned crimson with anger and embarrassment.
But Alexander wasn't fazed. Instead, he smiled, "You haven't met a real jerk, have you?"
"I..."
"With your slim frame, could you escape if you encountered a real jerk?" He studied her, memories of their past flooding back. How had he resisted not making love to her?
Alexander moved towards the kitchen, his gaze darkening.
Yes.
He wanted to sleep with her.
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