Chapter 327 Burning Passion
A frown creased Alexander's brow, his thin lips drawn tight, blood seeping into his throat. "Liar, go away."
Victoria said, her voice echoing in the room as she shoved him away. A fire raged in Alexander's abdomen, yet she demanded he leave? Her gaze was vacant, yet oddly resolute. "Where have I deceived you?" He asked, his tone laced with confusion. "You did, you did deceive me. You married me, then abandoned me. You deceived me," she cried, her voice choked with sobs as she rose from the bed. "Where are you going?" Was this the first time he had seen her in such a state, seemingly intoxicated? He was torn between anger and amusement at her antics. This moment, he decided, was one to be remembered and brought up later for her reflection. "I'm leaving. I don't want you anymore, you liar. Ah!" Her drunken fury did little to aid her coordination. Tripping over her dress, she crumpled to her knees before collapsing face-first onto the floor. "Victoria." Alexander was by her side in an instant, his arms enveloping her. But then he noticed the tear tracks staining her face. Her makeup was a smudged mess, rendering her a pitiful sight. His heart clenched at the sight, his hand reaching out to comfort her, only to be pushed away. With a silent determination, she began to remove her dress. Alexander, realizing he couldn't dissuade her, resigned himself to sitting on the floor, watching as she knelt and lowered her head to unzip her dress. Once free of the garment, she rose abruptly. The once strapless dress now pooled around her feet, the silky fabric having slid off her body in mere seconds. Alexander propped himself up, his gaze lifting to meet hers, the darkness in his eyes somber and restrained. Her skin was smooth, clad only in a black strapless bra and matching panties. All he could do was draw in a sharp breath and stare. Her flat stomach and prominent hip bones were on full display, her slender legs reminiscent of a cartoon heroine, alluring to anyone who dared to look. His breath hitched in his chest, his eyes locked onto her as he bit his lip. The spacious bedroom was charged with an undeniable tension. In the soft, warm light, vibrant red roses vied for attention by the French windows. His lean body lay on the floor, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He was teetering on the edge of insanity. He wanted her, desperately. But she was inebriated, even stumbling over her own dress. "Causing you to trip over, causing you to trip over," he mused, laughter bubbling up from his chest until it shook his body. He raised a hand to his forehead, trying to make sense of the situation. His original plan had been to give her an unforgettable night. He had thought it through, at least twice. The first time might be a bit restrained, but he would ensure she savored the second. Yet, this situation had thrown him off completely. Victoria, hearing his laughter, approached him. Her toenails, painted with vibrant nail polish, were visible as she stood over him, pointing an accusatory finger at his face. "Hey, who are you? Why are you laughing?" Alexander stifled his laughter, attempting to adopt a serious expression as he met her gaze. But the urge to laugh was too strong, persisting until Victoria delivered a swift kick to his waist. "You!" Alexander felt she was pushing the boundaries. He even began to suspect that she was feigning drunkenness to toy with him. Was she planning to hit him next? "What about me? Why are you being aggressive? I have a husband, you know? And when he comes, he's going to beat you to a pulp, do you understand?" Victoria threatened, her quick wit shining through. Alexander rubbed his forehead, unable to resist asking, "Is your husband really that tough?" "Of course! He's the most handsome and powerful man in the whole world. Hmph." Tears still clung to her face, but she wore a look of pride. "Okay," Alexander replied, his gaze intensifying as he continued to watch her.
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