Chapter 251 No One Would Humiliate Your Husband Like You
"I want it. Couldn't you please give it to me?" He pressed his lips to hers once more, this time with a gentleness that seemed to offer solace.
Victoria felt the stirrings of a headache, yet her mind remained sharp. "Alexander, you mustn't be so cavalier."
"You think I'm being cavalier?" His gaze bore into her, a sense of impending eruption simmering beneath the surface. How could she accuse him of being cavalier?
Victoria found herself unable to meet his intense stare, yet equally incapable of pushing him away. "Alexander, I want to go home."
"Back to that cramped, drafty apartment? No one would dare to humiliate your husband as you do." His voice was raspy, straining against the urge to tear her clothes asunder. Alexander felt as though he were teetering on the brink of madness.
Yet the woman beneath him remained steadfast in her resistance, refusing to accept him.
"Very well, then I shall return to the old Harrington family's old mansion."
"Do you want to go back at this hour? So that my grandfather will think I bullied you and punish me once more?" Alexander's questions continued to pour forth.
Victoria was taken aback by his words. When had she ever wished for his grandfather to misconstrue his actions as bullying? She would never ask Alexander's grandfather to beat him up again.
"Then, I'll stay at a hotel."
"Just stay here," Alexander murmured softly, seeing no other solution. He pressed his lips to hers twice more, cradling her face with a gentle touch. "Victoria, let's just make do with tonight, okay?"
His voice was husky, and Victoria steeled herself, reminding herself not to resist him. If he hadn't so abruptly pushed her onto the bed and begun to touch her, she could have stayed the night.
This situation was already mortifying enough, and he... He didn't even love her.
Victoria lowered her head and whispered, "Then, can you get off me?"
As long as he refrained from acting as though he were about to devour her, everything else could be negotiated.
Alexander sighed helplessly, "Okay."
Victoria breathed a sigh of relief, but after a moment's pause, she felt his lips nearing hers once more. Then she heard his hoarse voice, "Can I at least kiss you?"
Victoria responded with silence, a clear sign of her resistance, but Alexander couldn't help kissing her again until she couldn't stand it and averted her gaze.
"Victoria, I am truly at a loss with you," he confessed, his gaze fixed on her. After a long pause, he spoke again in a low voice.
Victoria looked at him, confusion etched on her face, unsure of his meaning.
Was he at a loss with her? It was clear that she was the one at a loss with him.
No matter how much she resisted or rejected him, in the end, wasn't she still trapped in his bed? He had said he would let her come and get her passport, but in the end...
The more Victoria thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. He hadn't even resolved his situation with Isabella, yet he was already thinking of getting intimate with her.
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The following day, she returned to her apartment to pack her luggage for the impending business trip.
Alexander sat on the edge of her newly purchased bed, the protective film still intact. He watched in silence as she lifted the suitcase. Victoria looked at him and said softly, "I'm done."
"Hmm." His response was heavy, his gaze never leaving her.
Victoria felt a wave of unease under his intense scrutiny. But recalling his promise to deliver her passport, she asked him softly, "Mr. Harrington, where is my passport?"
Alexander's gaze dropped to his coat. "It's here," he said.
Victoria followed his gaze to his suit, her confusion deepening. His coat was unbuttoned, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the interior. She dared not look further, but she found herself recalling the warmth of his chest against hers. It was a sensation she would remember forever. His embrace was warm, a stark contrast to his outwardly cold demeanor.
She murmured a soft, "Thank you."
Alexander understood that this "thank you" was a request for her documents.
"Come get it yourself," he suggested, lifting his coat and leaning back against the bed.
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