Chapter 231 You Can’t Prove You’re a Virgin Anymore
Victoria's large eyes met Alexander's as she responded, "I don't think so."
"Not even in that dress?" Alexander's tone was laced with accusation and displeasure.
Glancing down at her attire, Victoria murmured, "I'm cold."
"Are you truly cold, or merely trying to guard yourself against me? You know the answer," he retorted. The season was summer, and even with the air conditioning running at full blast, could she genuinely be cold? He was practically sweltering in the heat.
"Give me the ointment first. I'll apply it myself, and then we can talk, alright?" Victoria proposed, eager to avoid the topic of her dress. She was desperate to resolve their issues quickly so she could depart. She yearned to leave this city and return to her hometown, a place she hadn't seen in so long that she had nearly forgotten its familiarity.
"Come to bed now," Alexander commanded, his gaze averted from her.
Confusion clouded Victoria's features. "Why should we go to bed?"
"To apply the ointment for you," Alexander replied, his voice thick with irritation.
Seeing his impatience, Victoria spoke softly, "I can do it myself."
"Victoria, do you realize a man's patience has limits?" His frustration was palpable. How much longer did she intend to humiliate him? What was so wrong about a husband applying ointment to his wife? Why was she putting up such resistance?
"That's precisely why I said I'd do it myself. I don't want to burden you with such a trivial matter," Victoria retorted, her own patience wearing thin. She couldn't comprehend his sudden anger. The gratitude she had felt when he returned to find her had evaporated swiftly.
"Did I say it was a burden?" Alexander snapped.
"Forget it. I'm going home," Victoria declared, spinning on her heel to leave.
"Stop..." Alexander's voice trailed off as he reached out, his hand closing around her arm and pulling her onto the bed.
Victoria's vision blurred momentarily, and when she regained her senses, she found herself lying on the bed, cradled in his arms. He was holding her, protecting her. Despite his anger, Alexander was careful not to hurt her. Yet, her heart pounded in her chest, and she looked at him with a hint of fear. "I, I want..."
"You're not allowed to say you want to go home," Alexander interrupted, his gaze softening at her tear-filled eyes.
Victoria fell silent, her eyes never leaving his.
"It would have been easier if you had been obedient from the start. Must you force me to act?" Alexander's voice was laced with frustration.
Victoria didn't dare to provoke him further. Yet, Alexander felt a sense of unease as she fell silent. He reassured her gently, "I never consider asking you to do anything as a burden. Don't think like that, alright?"
"You can also think of it as troubling me," Victoria replied. She didn't want him to feel troubled, but she didn't voice her thoughts.
Victoria's mind wandered to Isabella, who had lost her child, and Alexander's reaction to it. She couldn't decipher his thoughts. Lost in her musings, she was jolted back to reality by a sudden sting on her face.
"Don't move. It'll be over soon," Alexander murmured, his voice low and hoarse. His hand was both cool and warm against her face. She knew her face must be swollen by now. The thought of how unattractive she must look to him...
Victoria chastised herself for such thoughts and turned her attention back to Alexander. Tentatively, she addressed him, "Mr. Harrington."
"Speak if you have something to say," Alexander responded, clearly disliking her formal address. But given their current circumstances, he had no grounds to object.
"Isabella lost her child. Do you really not blame me?" Victoria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"She didn't want the child herself. Why would I blame you?" Alexander shot back.
Victoria pursed her lips, her confidence wavering. She stared at him, searching his face for answers.
Alexander met her gaze and offered, "Do you have any questions? Ask me now."
"Then, should we get a divorce?" Victoria's question hung in the air between them.
Alexander's expression hardened, his grip on her face tightening. Divorce?
"Ah," Victoria winced in pain as his hand grew heavier.
"No way," Alexander declared.
"But we don't have a child anymore," Victoria argued.
"So what?"
"You can't prove that you're still a virgin." Victoria's voice was barely a whisper, her words echoing in the silence.
Chapter 232 If You Can’t Prove It, Then Forget It
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