Chapter312 The Art of Taking Credit
Alexander had every intention of waiting until Victoria's birthday the following day. However, sharing a bed with her made restraint a formidable challenge. Yet, he knew the present moment was not opportune.
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As dawn broke, the bathroom light flickered on once more. Under the showerhead, a tall, robust man stood, lost in thought.
Upon awakening, Victoria found a bouquet of pristine white roses at her bedside. She studied the flowers, leaning in to brush the petals gently with her fingertips. Their fragrance was intoxicating, evoking a myriad of beautiful fantasies.
Tucked amidst the blooms, Victoria discovered a card. She plucked it out and held it up to read. The message was simple, yet profound.
[Mrs. Harrington, Happy Birthday.
Alexander.]
The handwriting was crisp and assertive, a style uniquely Alexander's. Victoria found herself entranced by the elegant script, a visual delight that stirred her imagination.
She returned the card to its floral nest, then gathered the bouquet into her arms. Lowering her head, she inhaled deeply. Perhaps it was his restraint the previous night that left her feeling so fulfilled.
After freshening up and changing her clothes, Victoria emerged from her room. She bypassed her usual routine of makeup and accessories, opting instead for loose trousers and a shirt. She headed towards the kitchen, a space that held its own charm in her modest apartment.
Upon entering, Victoria found Alexander already there. Dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, he was engrossed in stirring something.
Curiosity piqued, Victoria approached him and peered into the pot. Cream spaghetti simmered within, and beside it lay a slice of cake. She hadn't expected him to remember her birthday, let alone order flowers and cook for her.
Victoria's gaze shifted from the delicious spaghetti to Alexander. He turned to her, a smile playing on his lips. "Good morning."
"Good morning," she returned, her voice laced with curiosity. "What's all this for?"
"It's your birthday today, and I prepared some food for you," Alexander replied calmly.
His words warmed Victoria's heart. If Alexander continued to be this gentle and considerate, she felt she could surrender everything to him.
Yet, she feared this fleeting intimacy. She worried that she would become ensnared in its allure, only to be left heartbroken if he ever mentioned divorce again. Emotional pain was a wound she didn't wish to revisit.
"I made it myself, and I even hurt my hand," Alexander confessed, noticing her mood shift. He hadn't planned on playing the martyr, but now he held out his injured hand for her to see.
Victoria's gaze followed his gesture. She instinctively took his slightly cold fingers into her own, examining the burn on his finger. "Does it hurt?"
"I feel very painful," Alexander admitted, his voice steady.
Victoria felt a surge of conflicting emotions. She gently blew on his wound before abruptly releasing his hand. Embarrassed, she lowered her gaze and changed the subject. "Why did you go to all this trouble to cook?"
She thought to herself, 'Even if you did nothing, I would still be captivated by you.'
"From now on, I will surprise you every year on your birthday," Alexander declared, his voice deep and resonant.
Victoria instinctively looked up, her eyes meeting his. She thought, 'Will you be there by my side every year on my birthday? Don't you realize the weight of such promises? You once asked me to return for a divorce, and now you're making promises that seem unattainable.'
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