Chapter 329 Her Confession of Eternal Love
Alexander found himself speechless, a sensation akin to impending doom washing over him. His complexion paled, his expression a mask of gloom and desolation. Victoria, on the other hand, was a picture of fear. Her hands, trembling slightly, were lightly placed on his chest, her restraint evident. A single sob escaped her lips before she managed to whisper, "With both Mom and Dad gone, could you please promise not to leave again?" Her voice broke again, another sob punctuating her plea.
Her eyes, filled with desperation, sought his. She was terrified. Terrified of experiencing loss once more. Did he understand? Would he show her mercy? Victoria was unsure, but she felt compelled to say something, anything, to keep him from leaving. "Alexander," she called out, but he remained silent, amplifying her fear. Alexander merely lowered his gaze, studying her delicate fingers that were lightly resting on his chest. He then looked up at her sharply, his voice firm as he demanded, "Say you love me." Victoria was stunned.
"Say you love me, and I'll stay," he reiterated. Alexander found it unbearable that even in her inebriated state, she couldn't provide him with a straightforward answer. He was certain she had fallen for him, ever since the day she agreed to marry him.
Victoria continued to stare at him, dumbfounded, yet remained silent. Despite her drunkenness, she kept her heart guarded. "Can't say it? Where's your sincerity?" Alexander challenged her. In the ensuing silence, an unspoken tension filled the room, immobilizing them both. Victoria felt a wave of fear wash over her, her timidity urging her to flee. However, Alexander was quick to react, his hand effortlessly hooking around her slender legs and hoisting her onto his waist. "Ouch," Victoria gasped, startled. As she teetered on the brink of falling, Alexander's hand steadied her scantily clad body, which was already growing cold. He held his breath, intoxicated by the scent of her perfume, probably applied for the banquet they had attended. Now, it clung to him, driving him to the brink of insanity. "Victoria, look at me," he commanded, his tone stern. Victoria dared to meet his gaze only briefly before quickly averting her eyes. "Say you love me, and I'll stay," he repeated, his intention clear. He wanted to gauge the depth of her feelings for him. "Me?" "Yes." "I've always loved you," she confessed. How could she not love him? From the moment they met until now, every minute and every second he had been captivating her. His words and actions always seemed to strike at the center of her heart accurately. Victoria, her eyes slightly dulled by alcohol, looked at him with a purity that belied her inner turmoil. After a moment of hesitation, she softly uttered, "You said if I told you I loved you, you wouldn't leave." "I won't leave," Alexander immediately assured her, sealing his promise with a passionate kiss. Victoria felt her head spinning as their lips met. Despite the discomfort, she endured, trusting his promise not to leave. Alexander held her tightly, deepening the kiss with each passing moment. Victoria found it hard to breathe, a sense of fear creeping over her, yet she was too weak to resist. As he pressed against her, she felt like she was about to fall, her consciousness beginning to blur. "Kiss me," he whispered. Victoria softly pressed her lips against his, initiating the kiss. Her shyness gave way to the excitement of her first initiative to kiss a man she liked. Alexander, overwhelmed by her innocent way of kissing, could barely contain himself for more than twenty seconds. He unbuckled his belt, kissed her neck, and continued down. Victoria's consciousness faded as she surrendered to the moment, feeling as though they were on the brink of something profound. She couldn't think of anything else. "Victoria," he murmured, gently resting his forehead against hers. He knew he couldn't wait any longer; the moment had arrived. Victoria responded softly. "Can we now?" In truth, even if she had said no, it was already too late. Alexander had already made up his mind; the time was now.
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