Chapter 280 Fool, You Should Have Held Onto Me
The door slammed shut with an echoing finality.
Victoria stood alone, feeling as discarded as a stray dog left to fend for itself. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle the cry that threatened to escape. She would not cry, she vowed. Even if the world had turned its back on her, she would not shed a tear. Yet, despite her determination, a sob slipped past her guard, and then...
She abruptly held her breath, her gaze fixed in the direction of the closed door. A phone seemed to be ringing somewhere within the room, but it was of no consequence.
Then, in a surprising turn of events, Alexander returned. His imposing presence filled the room as he swept her into his arms, his voice low and reproachful, "You fool, you should have held onto me."
He held her close, his words echoing his blame. If only she had spoken up, he would have stayed forever. He wasn't sure if what he felt was love, but he knew his heart was ensnared in this chaotic situation solely because of her.
Victoria's hands fluttered open, hesitant to return his embrace. This was the first time she had craved human contact since the incident. It was as if his arms alone could soothe her wounded heart. She had thought that she had become numb to all emotions, but his touch stirred something within her.
Alexander cradled Victoria's face, his forehead resting against hers as he murmured, "Silly girl. Why didn't you come to find me?"
He had managed to suppress his anger for her sake. He knew she must be terrified, especially after her home had been desecrated with animal blood. And now, she was injured.
But how could she seek him out? Their relationship was supposed to have ended. After the incident, she had resigned herself to the belief that everything was predestined. It seemed as if even the heavens were conspiring to keep them apart.
"I'm fine, trust me," she managed to whisper, her voice choked with unshed tears.
Alexander chuckled softly, not pressing her for answers. He moved back slightly, his hands still cupping her face as he looked into her eyes, "Was it a robbery?"
Victoria froze at his question. Was it a robbery? Perhaps. But the only thing stolen from her was her innocence.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain calm as she looked at the man before her. Was he genuinely concerned for her? It couldn't be an illusion. His eyes were filled with unmistakable worry.
"Victoria," Alexander called her name, his voice soft yet firm, noting her sudden sadness and guarded demeanor.
"Yes, it was a robbery," Victoria replied, her voice steady.
"What did they steal?" Alexander asked, his mind unwilling to consider the implications of a young girl left alone at home.
"Just some jewelry and money. They... they tried to take my mother's necklace. I tried to stop them and got hurt," Victoria answered, her gaze dropping to the floor, her posture small and vulnerable.
"And then?"
"And what?" Victoria was startled.
She hadn't prepared herself for this line of questioning. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion, and she found herself following Alexander's lead, answering his questions on autopilot.
"Did they catch the bastard?" Alexander asked, his voice hardening.
"Yes, they caught him," she replied, her gaze still lowered, her voice serious.
"Victoria," Alexander said, his gaze fixed on her distant expression.
"Yes?" Victoria responded, her eyes meeting his. The intensity of his gaze took her breath away, and she forgot to exhale.
"What is this made of?" Alexander continued his line of questioning.
"Rope," Victoria replied.
"Rope?" Alexander echoed, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Yes, rope," Victoria confirmed, her voice firm. She quickly hid her hand behind her back, afraid he would notice something amiss. She looked at him again, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm fine. Trust me, I'm fine."
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