Chapter 279 Alexander's Fury
Victoria's gaze rested on Alexander, a question lingering in her eyes, but the clarity she sought eluded her. Alexander, in response, extended his long legs and began a slow, deliberate approach towards her.
Victoria could only stand there, a numb sensation spreading through her. A sudden urge to cry into his arms overwhelmed her. After all, Alexander was the only pillar of support she had in this vast, lonely world.
But then, a sudden realization struck Victoria. She didn't need Alexander's comfort. He wasn't the only person she could lean on. She was capable of handling her own battles, and she had already proven that.
With a tight-lipped determination, Victoria lowered her gaze once more. However, Alexander's imposing figure soon filled her line of sight. She dared not meet his eyes, yet his powerful presence was impossible to ignore.
Alexander reached out, his hand gently cradling her face, his thumb brushing away her tears. His voice was soft yet reproachful as he said, "Why are you so foolish?"
Victoria was rendered speechless, her mind momentarily forgetting the mark of a slap that marred her face. She had woken up with her hair veiling her features, but now, the evidence of her ordeal was on the brink of discovery.
As Alexander held her face, his gaze inadvertently fell on two long, red marks. They had faded somewhat but were still noticeable. His charming eyes narrowed, questioning if what he saw was an illusion. He tilted her chin, scrutinizing the marks. The next moment, his anger threatened to erupt.
"Where else are you injured?" Alexander's voice was laced with anxiety. He even began to suspect that Victoria had been subjected to abuse.
"No, No," she managed to utter, her voice choked with emotion. She was usually careful to conceal her injuries when venturing out, but this morning had been an exception.
"No more? Victoria, am I not deserving of your honesty? Do you wish for me to inspect you myself?" Alexander's words were followed by swift action as he lifted her onto the dining table, his strong hands poised to unbutton her nightgown.
"Alexander, please. There are no more wounds, I promise," Victoria pleaded, her hands weakly clutching his.
His gaze fell on her tear-filled eyes, and a pang of sympathy coursed through him. He would inspect her injuries later, he decided, not rushing the matter. He managed to calm himself, even though his eyes had caught sight of the scars adorning Victoria's wrists.
Suppressing his immediate urge to uncover the truth, he took a deep breath and asked Victoria, "When did this happen after I left?"
Judging by the healing state of her wounds, he deduced it must have been at least ten days. This meant the incident occurred after he left.
"The second day," Victoria murmured, her gaze dropping. She couldn't help but think that her luck had taken a turn for the worse this year.
"You deserved it," Alexander's tone was suddenly chilling.
Victoria's heart pounded in her chest. Did she deserve it? How could he utter such words?
Despite everything, when she was knocked unconscious by that man, her thoughts were filled with Alexander. She regretted her stubbornness, her refusal to accept his help. She didn't know how she managed to recover and find her way back to Alexander. Yet now, he was uttering such hurtful words, even after spending the night in her bed.
Victoria's anger flared. "Yes. I deserved it. Now, please leave my house."
Alexander recoiled, releasing her and stepping back. His hand, which had just caressed her tear-streaked face, clenched into a fist. He retorted, "Do you think I truly care about you? If you weren't my wife, I wouldn't even spare you a second glance."
His words pierced Victoria's heart, causing her to waver. She fixed a stubborn gaze on him and whispered, "Get out of my house."
Alexander was lying. From the moment Victoria arrived in Ankenra, he had been watching her. She had never been so sure about anything before, but now, she was convinced.
"Well, I'm leaving," Alexander responded decisively. He cast an annoyed glance at her before turning to leave.
Victoria remained seated at the table, her anger simmering as she watched his retreating figure. In her heart, she silently vowed that he better not return.
However, just as Alexander reached the living room, he pivoted and said, "Victoria, I never want to see you again in my life. Go, return to your Danisland."
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