Chapter 239 A Matured Girl
Truth be told, he was more than a little irritated. The last thing he wanted was to engage with the Montgomery family. His only desire was to converse about their relationship with his wife. Why did these interlopers insist on disrupting their peace?
"You..."
"When did you start refusing to see me?" Victoria's question hung in the air, but before she could finish, Rohan's voice echoed through the room. She halted mid-sentence, turning her attention towards him.
Rohan entered, hands clasped behind his back, casting a cursory glance at the tender scene unfolding before him. He offered a faint smile before settling onto the sofa.
Victoria had intended to respond, but her gaze inadvertently met Rohan's. Flustered, she sought refuge in Alexander's arms, burying her face deeper into his chest.
Alexander noticed her flushed cheeks and playfully inquired, "What's the matter? Don't you recognize Mr. Montgomery?"
Victoria retaliated with a discreet pinch.
Alexander winced, but his grimace soon morphed into a soft smile. In a gentle whisper, he coaxed, "Come in later."
Upon her release, Victoria rose hastily, her gaze averted. She darted towards the door, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes that lingered on her retreating figure.
Once the door was securely shut, Alexander noted Rohan's lingering gaze and offhandedly remarked, "Mr. Montgomery, don't you know my wife?"
"Of course, I know."
Yet, Victoria seemed to have evolved considerably. Her mature demeanor was enough to make any man's heart flutter.
Rohans quickly composed himself and turned his attention back to Alexander. "Let's discuss the matter at hand, Alexander. The news about Isabella's miscarriage is now public knowledge. As men, we must take responsibility. And considering you and that girl haven't made your relationship official yet..."
"She's not 'that girl,' she's Mrs. Harrington," Alexander interjected firmly.
Alexander had grown weary of hearing his wife referred to as "that girl." Some might argue it was a harmless term for a younger woman, but he found it distasteful.
His wife, once the cherished princess of her parents and a beloved daughter, had been reduced to "that girl" in their mouths. Even his own mother and grandmother regarded her as a precious gem. These people had no right to address her so dismissively.
"But you mentioned divorce, and rumor has it you've even presented her with divorce papers," Rohans countered.
"That was merely a playful spat between my wife and me," Alexander retorted, rolling up his sleeves with precision. Satisfied with the result, he rested his hands and continued in a composed tone, "By now, there should be trending topics online about me and my newlywed wife."
"Hmm?"
"You can check your phone," Alexander suggested, his tone icy.
Rohans promptly retrieved his phone and unlocked it. Upon seeing the trending topic "Mr. Harrington's young wife," he clicked on it. His brow furrowed as he took in the image displayed.
It was a photograph of Alexander cradling a sleeping woman in his arms. The woman's face was slightly obscured, but he could still recognize Victoria.
After a cursory glance at the comments, he turned back to Alexander, "Alex, I fail to see your motive here."
"I cannot take responsibility for Isabella," Alexander stated calmly, "I've told you this before, but this will be the last time."
"But my daughter insists the child she was carrying was yours," Rohans protested.
"Her words, not mine," Alexander replied nonchalantly. He then opened a document, his expression turning frosty.
Once Rohans had exited Alexander's office, he found himself standing before Victoria.
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