Chapter 335 Just Now Loving Her Appearance
He had departed, and she was acutely aware of his absence. A sensation of profound desolation enveloped her heart, akin to it plummeting into a frigid, lightless abyss. The chill was as relentless as it was bone-deep. Just moments before, he had committed an act she found undesirable. The previous night, he had stood his ground against the formidable Montgomery family, his defiance palpable even amidst the throng of onlookers. Yet, when Isabella beckoned him in the dead of night, he would hasten to her side without a moment's hesitation. In his heart, Isabella reigned supreme, leaving no room for his wife. He only sought her out when he needed an outlet for his frustrations. The following morning, Victoria found herself in a state of disorientation, with no intention of answering the persistent doorbell. If it was him, he could let himself in. The doorbell echoed through the house, its incessant ringing grating on her nerves until she finally succumbed and opened the door. She was certain it was him, though she had no inkling of his intentions. He seemed to derive pleasure from tormenting her. Her anger clouded her vision, and a wave of dizziness washed over her as she swung the door open. Expecting to see him, she was taken aback by the sight that greeted her. The fury that had been simmering within her was instantly quelled, replaced by a sense of bewilderment as she stared at the figure before her. "Good morning, I've brought you breakfast," the man said, his voice filled with affection. Victoria attempted to muster a welcoming smile, but her strength failed her. Her vision blurred, her knees buckled, and she collapsed."Victoria," he called out, his voice laced with concern. When Victoria regained consciousness, she found herself in a hospital room. Adrian stood by the window, a picture of anxiety. Upon noticing her stir, he rushed to her side, sinking onto the edge of her bed with a sigh of relief. "Are you awake?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are we in the hospital?" she responded, her gaze fixated on the IV bag hanging above her. "You had a fever of 39.5 degrees. The doctor said it could have been serious if we had arrived any later," Adrian explained. Victoria couldn't help but wonder, 'How serious could it have been?' At worst, she would have been reunited with her parents. The thought of her parents brought tears to her eyes, blurring her vision. Adrian, suppressing a surge of emotions, asked her gently, "Feeling better now?" "Yes," she replied, her voice hoarse. Adrian's phone rang, interrupting their conversation. He excused himself to answer the call, leaving Victoria alone with her thoughts. As she watched his retreating figure, she was reminded of the morning's events. How could she have mistaken Adrian for Alexander? How could she have forgotten that Alexander had left in a hurry the previous night to be with Isabella? She chastised herself for her foolishness. After her treatment concluded around ten o'clock, Adrian escorted her out of the hospital. Coincidentally, Naomi was visiting Isabella at the same time. She watched from her car as Adrian helped Victoria, capturing the moment with a surreptitious photograph. Victoria and Adrian shared a meal before returning to their apartment. She noticed several missed calls on her phone, only one of which was from Alexander. The rest were from Janaye Shaba. She decided to return Janaye's calls first. "Victoria, you finally called back. I've been trying to reach you all morning," Janaye said, her voice filled with concern. "I had a fever and was at the hospital for treatment. I left my phone behind. What's the matter?" Victoria replied. "Your husband has been in a foul mood all morning. He wants you to come see him immediately," Janaye informed her, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm still not feeling well. I think I'll take the rest of the day off," Victoria responded. Janaye was taken aback by her response.
Just then, Alexander emerged from his office. "Boss," she said, her voice strained. "Is that Victoria?" Alexander asked, his voice filled with anticipation. "Yes, but she said she's sick," Janaye replied, handing him her phone. "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer your phone?" Alexander asked.
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