Chapter 245 The Art of Pretense

"Why are you showing such etiquette to me?" Alexander inquired, his voice resonating deeply.

Victoria was overwhelmed with embarrassment. She struggled to her feet, her knees aching from the strain, and she nearly succumbed to the urge to kneel once more.

Alexander reached out, his hand steadying her arm. "If you insist on kneeling, I'd prefer you didn't do it here," he advised.

Victoria made an attempt to push him away, but her efforts were fruitless. Alexander towered over her, his gaze intense as he asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I'm searching for my passport," she retorted, her tone defiant. Yet, when their eyes met, a wave of guilt washed over her. She couldn't quite articulate why she felt this way. Alexander offered a knowing smile, "You'll get it when the time is right."

"Really?" Victoria asked.

"Do you need it immediately?" Alexander replied with a question.

"Well, if I have to go on a business trip, I would need to make flight and hotel reservations in advance, all of which require proper documentation."

"Understood, I'll take care of it. There's no need for you to worry," Alexander said.

"But how will you manage it?" Victoria asked, her confusion evident.

"Do you want me to instruct Joe to keep an eye on my wife, in case she decides to flee?"

Victoria was left speechless, her heart pounding in her chest. She stared at him in disbelief.

Seeing her stunned silence and the look on her face, as if he had touched a nerve, Alexander gently caressed her face. "Does it still hurt?" he asked softly.

"No, the pain has subsided," Victoria replied, attempting to turn her face away.

"Good, I'll apply the medication for you later," Alexander offered.

"No..." Her protest was cut short as his thumb gently pressed against her lips.

"Accept that it's natural for your husband to care for you; there's no need to refuse," Alexander said.

Victoria was left speechless.

"Whenever you need something, feel free to tell me," Alexander added.

"Well, can I request a divorce? I need a divorce," Victoria said.

"Except for that," Alexander responded. He conceded that he had been a bit dramatic. There were certain things he simply couldn't assist with.

Victoria's gaze fell in disappointment, but she was taken by surprise when she suddenly felt herself being lifted off the ground. Alexander cradled her in his arms, announcing, "I'm famished."

"I don't want..."

"I'm referring to my stomach," Alexander clarified, attempting to maintain a serious demeanor but failing to suppress the smile twinkling in his eyes.

Victoria's cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Could she blame herself for misinterpreting his words? His constant physical contact and flirtatious remarks had heightened her sensitivity.

As they descended the staircase, Alexander paused, his gaze drawn to the French window.

Victoria followed his line of sight. There was a flickering light, and the window was speckled with raindrops. Rain? Victoria felt a surge of panic. Why was it raining again?

Alexander, however, seemed unfazed, even cheerful. He carried her towards the kitchen, teasing, "Are your legs in need of exercise? If you fall, I won't be held accountable."

Blushing furiously, Victoria clung to him, careful not to exert too much pressure on her legs around his waist. The physical differences between men and women were glaringly apparent, and she felt as though she was on the verge of toppling over.

In the kitchen, he set her down on the marble countertop, his dark eyes studying her as he murmured, "Hold on tight and don't fall."

Victoria lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. She held her breath, feeling as though she was the subject of his amusement. Alexander observed her flushed face, a fleeting smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. He quickly masked it, feigning a cough to clear his throat, then turned to rummage through the refrigerator.

Meanwhile, Victoria sat nervously on the countertop, her hands gripping the edge for support. She watched him intently, her eyes never leaving his figure.
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