Chapter 244 She Knelt on the Floor
He leaned over and kissed one side of her face. Victoria, however, was swift to dodge his advance. "Mr. Harrington, I must insist," she said, her voice steady.
"On what, pray tell?" he queried, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"On the decision you made upon your return," she responded, her tone laced with a hint of urgency. She found it puzzling, the casual way men and women could converse. Had she not been cautious enough? Had she not shown enough restraint?
It was this lack of restraint, she mused, that allowed him to tease her so easily, to brazenly express his desire for her. Alexander's gaze held hers, his eyes boring into her soul. After what felt like an eternity, he released her face, stepping back with a light smile playing on his lips.
"Very well," he conceded.
As he prepared to take his leave, Victoria watched him with a sense of confusion. She observed him approach the door, her curiosity piqued. "Mr. Harrington, my documents?" she called out.
"I'll hand them over later. Sleep here tonight," he replied, his tone final.
"And where will you be?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Downstairs," was his curt response.
Victoria didn't press further. He departed, leaving her alone in the room. She watched the door close behind him, her mind a whirl of thoughts. True to his word, Alexander descended to the first floor.
Benjamin, who had a preference for the more grounded first floor, was in the kitchen preparing a meal when he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "Good thing there's an extra steak," he mumbled, not bothering to look up. Alexander sauntered over to the refrigerator, his eyes landing on a loaf of steamed bread. He hesitated, causing Benjamin to take notice.
"You've never been fond of cooked wheaten food, have you?" he asked, eyeing Alexander's hesitation.
After a moment's thought, Alexander replaced the bread, opting for a chilled can of beer instead. He used to dislike such food, but she would often make fried bread and spaghetti...
A sudden wave of anger washed over him, causing Benjamin to raise an eyebrow in concern. "Do you need my help?" he asked, his tone sincere. Alexander merely popped open the beer can, his mind already formulating a request.
Victoria's phone rang just as she began her search for her documents. Seeing an unknown number, she answered, thinking it might be work-related. "Hello, I'm Benjamin. Alexander is dining with me," the voice on the other end said. Victoria was slightly taken aback but maintained her politeness.
Upon hearing Victoria's voice, Benjamin glanced at Alexander, who sat across from him with a gloomy expression. "Are you two quarreling?" he asked, his tone laced with friendly concern.
"Fighting? No." Victoria responded seriously.
"But he seems unhappy and asked me to call you so you wouldn't worry, but he also didn't want me to say it was him who asked me to call."
Victoria was at a loss for words. Had Alexander really asked Benjamin to call her?
"Well then, I'll send him back after dinner. Goodbye." Benjamin politely hung up after finishing.
Victoria was about to protest, but it was too late. She had assumed Alexander had gone to Isabella's house, not Benjamin's. It was an easy mistake to make, considering they all resided in the same building. She decided not to dwell on it and resumed her search for her passport.
Meanwhile, Alexander sat in silence, nursing his half-empty beer can. His gaze dropped to the table, his mind filled with thoughts of Victoria.
"She must be looking for her passport," he mused aloud.
Benjamin, puzzled, asked, "What do you mean?"
Alexander revealed, "I confiscated her passport."
His words left Benjamin even more confused.
Alexander, however, didn't elaborate. He thanked Benjamin for the meal and the beer before making his exit. Benjamin was left alone, his steak untouched and his beer unfinished.
Victoria, meanwhile, had searched the entire house, from the first floor to the second, from the study to the bedroom. She was on her hands and knees, her breaths coming in short gasps. As she bent down to continue her search, her eyes landed on a pair of long legs. They were so long that she didn't have time to look up at the face they belonged to.
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