Chapter 331 No Different Than a Beast
A sudden jolt of consciousness roused Victoria from her slumber. Alexander, unable to suppress a smile, watched her with a fleeting slyness in his eyes. His voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence, "I must commend you on your performance last night."
Victoria's cheeks immediately flushed a deep crimson. Did they make love? The thought sent her heart pounding against her ribcage. "Very gentle," Alexander murmured, a warm smile playing on his lips. His voice was soothing, but it sent Victoria's mind into a whirlwind of confusion. Unlike Victoria, Alexander was neither nervous nor surprised. His mind was filled with the image of her standing naked before him. She was now clad in a light pink dress, formal and elegant, the hem slightly loose, accentuating her figure. Yet, what he imagined was not the dress but the woman beneath it. The light pink suited her, he thought. He had never seen a girl with skin as flawless as hers, making it impossible to look away. It took three calls on the video conference to snap him back to reality. Victoria, meanwhile, had made her escape to the dining room. Alexander found his gaze lingering on her retreating figure. If it hadn't been for her drunken state the previous night, he wouldn't have woken up so early to lead a meeting. He had thought that breaking through the barrier between them would make things better. But he still couldn't shake off the guilt. What was the difference between him and a beast? She had confessed her love for him. Shouldn't their first time have been when she was sober? While he was engrossed in the meeting, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head, feeling like he was about to collapse. He had slept with his wife, so why did he feel so guilty? She was already undressed, but he could wait for her genuine affection. Ten minutes later, he joined her in the dining room. The staff had neatly arranged the tableware and left them alone. They sat across from each other, a palpable tension hanging in the air. Alexander picked up the teapot with his slender fingers, while Victoria stole glances at him, quickly averting her gaze to focus on her food. She tried to maintain her composure. His hands were too attractive, and the ring on his finger too conspicuous. She found herself stealing another glance. "You got drunk again last night," he said, his words irrational. It wasn't her fault, was it? She hadn't intended to get drunk. Wasn't it because he stood by and watched as she was forced to drink? They say a lover would shield you from alcohol. He didn't love her, so he just watched indifferently as others got her drunk. Victoria silently lowered her head, the taste of the food in her mouth suddenly bland. Alexander continued to watch her, breaking the silence with a question, "Why are you silent?" "What did you say?" Victoria asked, her interest waning. Shouldn't she ask him why he didn't take the drinks for her? Or ask him why he promised not to make it public, but did so thoroughly? Was he planning to be with her for the rest of his life? What if she told him about being forced? "Next time you can ask me to take the drinks for you," he offered. Victoria looked up in surprise. He knew he could take the drinks for her? Unable to contain her curiosity, she blurted out, "Why didn't you take the drinks for me last night?" "Why?" He had never taken drinks for any woman. But last night, he had his own selfish motives. Victoria didn't intend to pursue it further. If he didn't want to answer, he wouldn't. It was probably because he didn't want to. But last night, she thought again and again, her hand holding the cutlery was somewhat unnatural, but in the end, she still asked in a low and uncertain voice, "Did we make love last night?" "We did."
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