Chapter 296 He Moved Himself Next to Her
As the late afternoon sun began to cast long shadows, the once bustling first-floor lobby had dwindled to a mere handful of people. Alexander Harrington, having collected the prescribed medicine, was ready to depart. Victoria, seizing the moment, gently withdrew her hand from his firm grasp and came to a halt. A frown creased Alexander's forehead as he turned to her, concern etching his features. "What's the matter?" he asked."I don't like holding hands," she mumbled, her gaze fixed on the polished marble floor. Without another word, she sidestepped him and made her way towards the exit."But I do," Alexander countered, quickly catching up to her. He reclaimed her hand and confidently led the way."Alexander, I don't appreciate you holding my hand," Victoria's patience was wearing thin. She couldn't fathom why Alexander insisted on such public displays of affection.They were not a romantic couple, nor were they a happily married pair. Victoria had voiced her desire for a divorce on countless occasions, yet Alexander continued to behave as though they were inseparable.Halting in his tracks, Alexander studied her for a long moment before striding towards her with renewed determination. "Would you prefer I hold your hand, or would you rather I kiss you right here and now?" he challenged.Caught off guard, Victoria found herself lifted off her feet by Alexander. "If you're not satisfied, I'll kiss you right here," he warned.Feeling somewhat helpless, Victoria resigned herself to his hold. Just then, a mother and her child passed by, the child clutching a slowly deflating pink balloon. Victoria's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red as she caught sight of the balloon. Could this be any more ironic?Alexander, witnessing the scene, felt a smile tugging at the corners of his usually stern lips. He resumed their journey, hand in hand, towards the exit.Once they were settled in the car, the driver turned to Alexander and asked, "Mr. Harrington, where to next?"Alexander paused, glancing at Victoria who sat a respectful distance away. "Shall we return to Regal Retreat?" he proposed.Victoria met his gaze. "I'd like to go to Rockland Street."A faint smile played on Alexander's lips. "Then we shall heed Mrs. Harrington's wishes. To Rockland Street, we go.""Understood," the driver acknowledged, starting the car.Victoria studied Alexander, puzzled by how naturally he referred to her as Mrs. Harrington.Alexander returned her gaze. Seeing her seated so far away, he knew she wouldn't willingly move closer. So, he shifted himself to sit beside her.Victoria was taken aback. As his shoulder brushed against hers, a jolt of electricity shot through her, prompting her to scoot away.The driver, glancing in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but notice the peculiar couple in the backseat. Despite the spacious car, they sat as far apart as possible, each leaning against their respective doors. They were a couple in name only, their actions painting a picture of strangers sharing a ride."Where is your ring?" Alexander inquired suddenly."The moment you mentioned divorce, I removed it," Victoria replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She had almost forgotten about the ring until he brought it up. She instinctively covered her bare finger. Alexander glanced at her hand, then out the window, a look of annoyance flashing across his face.If he hadn't brought up the divorce, Victoria might not have returned at all.Upon reaching Rockland Street, Victoria's residential neighborhood, she leaned forward and politely requested the driver to stop at the entrance. "Thank you.""Would you like me to drive in? It's quite a distance," the driver offered."No need, just take Mr. Harrington back to Regal Retreat," Victoria replied, preparing to disembark.Alexander's expression hardened.The driver slowed the car, stealing glances at Alexander through the rearview mirror, awaiting his instructions."Why are you looking at me? Stop the car wherever she says," Alexander commanded."Yes, sir," the driver stuttered, visibly shaken.Victoria, equally startled, remained silent, her face a mask of stoicism. She exited the car without another word, closing the door with a soft click. Alexander, already on edge, suppressed a string of expletives.As the car made its way back to Regal Retreat, Alexander's hand brushed against the forgotten medicine. He shook his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. That woman had the memory of a goldfish.Yet, the thought of their reunion brought a change in Alexander's icy demeanor. His eyes softened, a glimmer of pleasure flickering within them.
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