Chapter 392 You Overcame Me
She stood at the doorway, entered the password twice, then turned around to look at the man who was walking towards her, neither fast nor slow, with an air of elegance and ease. "Why won't the door open?"
"I told you that neither you nor your documents can leave. Come over and have something to eat," Alexander said.
Victoria was clearly angry, but she felt like a deflated balloon. After a while, she walked back in resignation and sat on the sofa.
Alexander went to the kitchen, cut two slices of tiramisu, and brought them out on a delicate plate.
Victoria subconsciously reached out to take one. "Thank you."
Alexander stood there watching her, thinking she was quite polite, even when angry.
"You're welcome," he said lightly, sitting down beside her.
Victoria turned to look at him and said, "The sofa is so big. Do we have to sit so close?"
"Of course." He forked a bit and tasted it. The flavor was decent.
Victoria also found the taste acceptable.
But not being able to leave made her a bit anxious.
She sighed quietly in her heart, then couldn't help but glance towards the door again.
Alexander smiled. "Do you like fixed assets?"
He looked at her and just smiled.
Victoria came back to her senses and said, "Yes, everyone likes having fixed assets by their side. This way, no matter what happens, even if you lose your job, you don't have to worry about sleeping on the streets."
"Do you know where our biggest fixed asset is located?" Alexander asked.
Victoria was curious, but she didn't want to ask too much.
Alexander continued, "It’s your husband."
“Your husband now decides everything in Harrington's family, but you think about divorce every day."
Victoria thought to herself that wanting a divorce now was indeed a bit foolish.
'You should tie him down, not divorce him, and keep him firmly in your grasp for a lifetime.'
Alexander patiently reminded her again.
Victoria felt like he was genuinely looking out for her, but after some thought, she couldn't help but tell him, "If my fixed asset gets dirty, I'll discard it too."
As Alexander's tiramisu reached his lips, he hesitated for three seconds before eating it.
He looked at her and smiled again.
"One must find happiness in order to live a long life. I want to live a bit longer for my parents, who passed away early, but being with you feels like it will shorten my life," Victoria said. "Why?" Alexander asked.
"Being with you brings me bad luck." Victoria suddenly looked at him seriously.
Alexander felt that even tiramisu couldn't sweeten his heart anymore.
His dear wife, no matter what he said, neither listened nor believed him.
"Moreover, having the right to these properties doesn't necessarily mean you'll have the chance to enjoy them, so it's better not to have them at all," Victoria added.
In conclusion, it was clear that she was not interested in him at all.
Alexander took another bite of tiramisu, then suddenly burst into laughter.
It seemed like she had thought about ending things with him countless times.
"Victoria, after Mr. and Mrs. Kensington take you abroad, do they mention marrying me in the future?" Alexander asked.
"No." Victoria shook her head.
Alexander frowned.
How could that be? His elders often mentioned such things.
"Jason. My parents prefer him," Victoria replied.
Alexander suddenly straightened up and sighed.
He really couldn't eat anymore.
He gently placed the plate on the table in front of him. When he looked at her again, his gaze was particularly gloomy.
Victoria, on the other hand, was eating happily.
It had been a while since they had such carefree banter.
Yes, she felt it was just casual talk, nothing important.
Victoria relaxed for a few seconds, then suddenly tensed up again.
A warm hand gently stroked the back of her head, then pinched her earlobe. "Victoria, Mr. Kensington and Mrs. Kensington also like me."
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