Chapter 233 Mr. Harrington is Annoyed
The phone slipped from her grasp, clattering to the floor. A quick downward glance confirmed her suspicion; the call had been severed. Alexander, too, noticed the abrupt disconnection, a smug thought crossing his mind that she was indeed clever.
The woman standing before him seemed frozen under his intense gaze, her complexion fluctuating between shades of red and pale. Alexander observed her silently, his presence causing Victoria to cast an inadvertent glance at his well-defined abdomen. A flush of embarrassment warmed her cheeks as she implored, "Please release me, Mr. Harrington."
He followed her gaze to where their bodies were pressed together, the situation made more intimate by the mere bath towel he wore around his waist. But she was his wife, wasn't she? What was wrong with a little ambiguity? Should he not be close to her? The thought of another man in his place ignited a desire within him, compelling him to lean in for a kiss.
Victoria, however, turned her head away in disapproval. Alexander halted his advance, a wave of irritation washing over him. He pinned her against the wall, his voice icy as he demanded, "Are you only capable of getting angry at me? When others hit you or scold you, don't you know how to fight back?"
Victoria was taken aback by his sudden change of topic. She wanted to lash out at him, for no one had ever made her feel so dejected before. Even though Isabella had humiliated her, it was ultimately because of him.
Tears welled up in Victoria's eyes as she glared at him, a sense of pride swelling within her. She voiced her grievances, her words slow and deliberate, "Yes, I do get angry at you. Why would others hit me?"
"Is it because of my orders?" Alexander retorted, a hint of confusion in his tone.
"If it's not you, then who? If it wasn't for you getting involved with Isabella and then wanting to break up with her, would she have continuously come to find me and ended up having a miscarriage? If it wasn't for you refusing to divorce me, would her family continue to bother me, threaten me, and even hit me?" Victoria vented, the pent-up frustrations of recent events spilling out.
Alexander was at a loss for words. It seemed everything was indeed his fault, and she blamed him. "Fine, it's all my fault," he conceded, releasing her abruptly. Victoria watched him warily as he left the room without even picking up his robe.
Once the bedroom door closed behind him, Victoria slowly bent down to retrieve her phone and his discarded robe. She didn't know where he had gone, but a pang of sadness tugged at her heart as she clutched his robe. She was resolute in her decision; she wanted a divorce.
Downstairs, Benjamin opened the door to find Alexander standing outside. He looked at him quizzically, asking, "I heard that Isabella had a miscarriage. Why didn't you go and be with her?"
"What's the point of me being with her? To give Victoria more ammunition for the divorce?" Alexander retorted, his annoyance palpable as he stepped inside.
Edward and William were both present that evening, but Sebastian was noticeably absent. Alexander sank into the couch, his eyes landing on a pack of cigarettes on the table. He swiftly lit one, his attire of pants and a shirt adding to his brooding aura.
The three men kept their distance, their gazes fixed on him. They knew a woman had ruffled his feathers again. But who could it be, Isabella or Victoria?
They busied themselves with their phones, trying to avoid his ire. When Alexander's WhatsApp notification chimed, he snapped, "If you have something to say, say it in front of me. No need to guess."
"Who has angered you?"
"I'm guessing it's Isabella."
"Then I'll guess, Victoria."
"I'm also voting for Victoria."
Their speculations only served to fuel Alexander's annoyance. "How could Mrs. Harrington make me angry? I'm the one who made her angry."
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