Chapter 375 He Patiently Explains
"Alexander, don't touch me."
Victoria's words were cut short as her leg was grabbed and pulled, causing her to fall flat on the bed. She felt a slight jolt as her head hit the bed, making her vision blurry.
The stern face of the man in front of her became increasingly unclear, then she heard a very pleasant voice.
"I'll go see her again, my wife will be mad at me." Alexander replied.
‘Wife? Does he mean me?’ Victoria was confused.
Seeing her flushed face, Alexander couldn't resist moving closer, about to kiss her reluctant lips. "Alexander, don't touch me. You have a smell.”
Victoria covered her face, her voice muffled in her palms.
Alexander's tall figure loomed over her, appearing taller and more defined. He gently moved her hand away and inquired, "What smell?”
He suspected that his wife simply found him repulsive.
"Perfume," Victoria replied.
He pressed harder, her heartbeat becoming more intense, as if it would jump out the next second.
Not only the scent of perfume, but also the ambiguous collision of male and female bodies, almost made her feel dizzy.
Alexander carefully sniffed the scent on his arm, not realizing it until he accidentally smelled it and remembered Isabella hugging his arm at the club. He glanced down at the woman and couldn't resist asking her, "Why is your sense of smell so strong?”
Victoria opened her eyes, looking at him.
So, did he really just see Isabella before coming here?
Disappointed in him already, now Victoria was even more teary-eyed.
“While discussing wedding details with Benjamin at the club, I ran into Isabella at the door when I returned. But I want to assure you that I had no intimate contact with her. Alexander was afraid she would misinterpret the situation.
Victoria looked at him in confusion, ‘He goes to discuss wedding details?’
"I'll go take a shower right away, okay?"
Seeing that Victoria was still upset, Alexander decided to wash off the smell first.
But Victoria suddenly grabbed his arm and declared, "I refuse to marry you." Alexander questioned her, "Even though Mr. and Mrs. Nicolas arranged the wedding?”
"What?" Victoria was even more stunned.
“Well, they are a little upset because Adrian's father just left. But considering that we've been together for so many years without getting married, they're worried that we might end up in a similar situation," Alexander said, his tone soothing and patient.
Victoria silently looked at him. She didn't doubt that they would look forward to their wedding, she just...
She was about to let go of his arm, but then immediately tightened her grip. "I won't marry you. I tell you I don't want you anymore."
"But I can't leave you." Alexander begged.
Alexander placed both hands on her shoulders, quickly kissed her on the cheek, then stood up and headed towards the bathroom.
Victoria fell into another kind of emotion, lying there numbly, thinking, always thinking, ‘He say he can’t leave her? Alexander. How could he say such a thing to her?’
Victoria slowly placed her hand over her chest, feeling her heart racing as if it were about to leap out. The person confessing was someone she had secretly been in love with.
Victoria wondered, “What is the true essence of loving someone? Do others have similar doubts and concerns like me?”
Sometimes she even thought, ‘Let him trample on me, as long as I could keep him longer.’
At times, she felt the urge to escape, to disappear, to never see him again, or to never think about it. Would others, like her, also struggle with self-doubt and restlessness?
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