Chapter 362 He asked, are you satisfied now?
Alexander's strong arm naturally rested on her abdomen, continuing to doze lightly.
She wanted to escape immediately. But in the end, she just obediently lay on the bed. It was not beneficial for her to wake him up.
In the morning, when Alexander got up, there was no trace of Victoria in the bed. Only one image floated, that his wife had run away again when it was dark.
Unexpectedly, after changing his clothes, he heard a fragrance coming from the kitchen when he went out.
The advantage of a small house was probably that people were easy to find.
He followed the scent and went over, then stood quietly on the side for a while. She was already preparing breakfast, as usual, with slices of steamed bread.
Victoria fried the steamed bread while thinking, ‘How can I make him agree to our divorce? Why did he change his mind about our divorce? I told him I don't have the ability to sue Isabella. What is he worried about? Shouldn't he go to Isabella immediately? Why did he come to me in the middle of the night again?’
"Good morning." Suddenly, his leg pressed against hers from behind. Victoria felt Alexander's cool breath on the side of her face.
Victoria's hand holding the tweezers paused, her heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.
‘The man I like is right behind me, and we're locked in such an intimate pose.’
Victoria's breathing couldn't be natural anymore. She could only try to keep calm and not burn the steamed bread.
Alexander saw her looking to the side and immediately handed her a blotting paper to put on the plate, gently pinching her shoulder with both hands. He softly said, "It smells good."
Victoria's wrist trembled, almost unable to hold the less than forty grams of steamed bread.
"Why are you silent? Didn't you sleep well last night?" Alexander looked at her, asking closely.
At least Victoria felt he was caring.
"Go sit at the back." Victoria reluctantly made a sound, still calm.
"I want to be with you." Alexander's hand sliding down from her shoulder, around her slender waist, couldn't help but sigh. "Victoria, why is your waist so slim? I can span it with both hands."
As speaking, he actually pinched it.
Victoria involuntarily gasped, feeling almost suffocated by the warmth of his palm. ‘Does he have to be so hands-on with me?’ Victoria looked back at him a little angrily.
He had snuck in to sleep in her bed in the middle of the night and she hadn't held him accountable yet. Now he was bothering her early in the morning.
Alexander looked at her displeased, but ended up smiling. "My wife has a great figure, good looks, and cooks well."
As he said this, he looked at the plate of steamed bread, golden brown, beautiful, and fragrant. There were no extra seasonings, just olive oil and a little salt.
"Keep glaring at me, I'll punish you." Before the words were finished, he lowered his eyes and pecked her lips. This was the morning kiss commonly shared between couples.
A kiss, so simple yet beautiful.
Alexander felt that they could continue like this in the future.
Victoria, on the other hand, felt like her brain was stuffed with cotton candy after the kiss, not completely full, about seventy percent. But for her, it was enough to make her happy.
After the kiss, Alexander felt even better. In a low, hoarse voice, he couldn't help but ask her, "Are you satisfied now?"
"What?" Victoria asked impatiently.
"With your husband's good morning kiss," Alexander said.
"You really take yourself seriously, well, I'm not satisfied at all." Before the last two words were spoken, she was kissed again.
At the same time, Alexander held her with one hand and turned off the stove with the other.
Victoria held the tweezers in one hand and couldn't help but grab his strong wrist with the other, wanting to refuse. But the posture didn't require any strength. Alexander kissed her as if intoxicated. It was almost two minutes before he reluctantly let go of her lips, which had turned red from his kisses.
He looked at her and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied now?"