Chapter 263 His Denial
However, as soon as they entered the living room, a pang of regret seized Victoria. She glanced over her shoulder, finding Alexander's gaze fixed on her.
"Go sit on the couch," she instructed gently, "I'll fetch some stomach medicine. It should help you feel better."
The living room was a spacious, solitary expanse. An idea sparked in Victoria's mind. There was no need to retreat to the privacy of a bedroom for their discussion. The intimacy of such a setting could easily stir unwelcome fantasies.
As she turned to retrieve the medicine for Alexander, a firm grip encircled her wrist. An object flew past her, but her reflexes were quick, and she caught it mid-air. It was his coat.
Before she could react, Alexander scooped her up off the ground. "I'm going to your room," he declared.
Victoria clutched his coat, her heart pounding against her ribs. She was taken aback by his sudden action. Was she no more than a small animal to him, to be lifted so effortlessly?
As Alexander carried her, she found herself captivated by his profile. But she quickly shook off the spell.
Outside, Alexander had been reserved. But now, within the confines of the living room, he had shed his pretense. He was like a devil, ready to claim her life at any moment. He held her possessively, his strides purposeful as he ascended the stairs.
"Which room?" he inquired.
"The second one," she murmured in response.
Alexander carried her into the room. It was just as she had seen in the video - clean, radiating the unique warmth of a girl's sanctuary.
"Where is that man?" Alexander's gaze swept over the bed, the image of the other man flashing in his mind.
"Who?" Victoria asked, puzzled.
Alexander set her down, his eyes boring into hers. "Your fiancé who blames you for his misfortune," he reminded her, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Victoria was left speechless. Did he really have to bring up that person again?
The only man in her room that night was Alexander. She forced herself not to look at him. Even though she suspected that Alexander had sought her out intentionally, her rationality warned her against jumping to conclusions.
"Is your stomachache better?" Victoria asked.
"Why are you still wearing the wedding ring?" Alexander countered.
Their questions hung in the air as they both looked away.
"I was planning to return it to you," Victoria broke the silence, raising her hand to take off the ring.
But her hand was caught in a firm grip.
"Victoria, think it through," Alexander warned.
"I have thought it through," Victoria insisted.
"If you have truly thought it through, then tell me first, do you know that you are still my wife?" Alexander challenged.
"I have asked Joe to send you the divorce agreement," Victoria answered.
"Is that so? I never received it," Alexander said.
"What?" Victoria's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't received it? She had definitely given it to him, and Joe had even confirmed its receipt via WhatsApp.
"I didn't receive it," Alexander reiterated, closing the distance between them.
Victoria's pulse quickened. As he approached, her legs buckled, and she stumbled backward until the edge of the bed halted her retreat. She sat down abruptly, but Alexander leaned over her, his proximity overwhelming.
Victoria instinctively recoiled, but Alexander followed, dropping to one knee on the bed. She lost her balance and fell back onto the bed. Her vision blurred, her mind went blank, and the sound of her own breath filled her ears. The face she had often dreamt of was now inches from her own.
It felt surreal.
Until Alexander's voice broke through her daze. "Victoria, you can't do whatever you want. You've already chosen to marry me."
A sudden pain shot through Victoria's leg, causing her to wince. She reached out to grab his hand, but Alexander's hand slipped easily under her nightgown.
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