Chapter 238 A Proposition for Parenthood
Victoria found herself recoiling from his advances, her eyes drawn to the phone that lay abandoned on the table. "I merely held him accountable for his actions," she declared, her voice echoing in the silent room.
Isabella's words had stirred something within her, a realization that was hard to swallow. "Yet, he met with an accident, and the doctors are uncertain if he'll ever regain consciousness."
"Karma," she murmured, her voice devoid of any emotion. "It has nothing to do with me."
Alexander's gaze was icy as he studied Victoria. Despite her efforts to conceal them, faint traces of fingerprints marred her otherwise flawless face. A sinister thought flickered in his eyes before he reached out, his hand firmly gripping the back of her head as he leaned in for another kiss.
Victoria's response was immediate and forceful. She shoved him away, her eyes never leaving his. "No," she stated, her voice firm.
"Why not?" Alexander's voice was a low growl, his displeasure evident.
"Are you aware that it was Isabella's bodyguard who attacked him last night?" Victoria questioned, her tone challenging.
Alexander's response was a shrug of indifference. "So what?"
Victoria made an attempt to rise, but Alexander's grip on her waist tightened, effectively pinning her to his lap. She could only stare at him, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke, "So what? She's the mother of your child. And me? You don't owe me any explanations, not even if you decide to father another child with her."
"I never intended to," he replied, his tone flat, unfeeling.
Victoria fell silent, his indifference stinging more than she cared to admit.
"She can have her children. What does that have to do with me?" he asked, his voice laced with irritation.
"What?" Victoria was taken aback, unsure if she had heard him correctly.
"She can have hers, and we can have ours," he stated, his hand once again finding its way to her waist, pulling her closer.
The sudden movement caused Victoria to wince in pain, her lips turning a pale shade. "Alexander, what are you implying?"
"I believe we should have a child too," he said, his voice firm.
Victoria felt her mind reel at his words, an overwhelming urge to flee taking over her.
However, despite his seemingly loose grip, she found herself unable to break free. She could only push against his chest, her voice filled with desperation, "Alexander, you bastard, let me go. I don't want to have a child with you."
"Then who would you want to have a child with?" he challenged.
"I don't want to have a child with anyone, especially not with you," she retorted, her voice filled with defiance.
She yearned for the comfort of her home in Country M, no longer willing to endure the humiliation she was subjected to here.
"I'd like to see who dares to father a child with my woman, unless they're willing to risk the extinction of their bloodline," he threatened.
Victoria was taken aback by his audacious claim. His desire to wipe out another's bloodline was a terrifying thought. She found herself at a loss, unsure of how to handle the situation.
She remembered his vow to annihilate the Harrington family if Isabella's child was indeed his. Was his audacity rooted in the fact that Adrian was also a Harrington?
Victoria's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her confusion akin to a boat lost in a dense, foggy river.
"Victoria, let's have a child," he suggested, his voice softer now. "Perhaps, our feelings for each other will naturally strengthen."
Victoria could only listen, her mind screaming at her to escape.
A knock on the office door interrupted their conversation, yet she remained on his lap. "Come in," he commanded.
"Boss, Mr. Montgomery is here," came the response.
"I'm not available," Alexander replied, his tone dismissive.
Jasmine dared to look up for a mere second before quickly averting her gaze. "Mr. Montgomery is already upstairs," she informed them, her voice barely a whisper.
Mr. Montgomery had announced himself as their boss's future father-in-law at the reception, and no one had dared to stop him. Alexander's gaze shifted to the door, his expression unreadable.
Victoria felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her and made an attempt to rise.
"Stay," Alexander commanded, his voice a low whisper.
Victoria shot him a glare, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His gaze was unflinching, boldly meeting hers.
"Let me go first," she pleaded softly.
"Why should I?" Alexander retorted, his grip on her tightening.
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