Chapter 412 I Like More Than Just Holding Your Hand
'What qualifications does that woman have to compete with me? What qualifications does she have to like the man I like? She has truly overestimated herself,' Isabella thought.
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Night fell.
A black business car slowly stopped outside the Harrington office building.
Victoria, carrying a bag, dressed in a dark suit and wearing small leather shoes, came out from inside, intending to walk back. The driver got out of the car, walked to the steps and slightly lowered his head. "Mrs. Harrington."
Victoria nodded at him, still puzzled as she didn't know him.
"I am your new driver, Mark Bryant. Just call me Mark," the driver kindly introduces himself to her.
Victoria smiled slightly, wondering when she hired a driver.
Mark opened the car door, and she reflexively looked inside.
Alright, she figured out why she had a driver.
She got into the car, and the man who had been in a meeting all day finally looked at her.
Victoria felt uncomfortable being looked at. When the door closed, she finally felt a bit of privacy. She asked, "Did you hire a driver for me?"
"You can pay for it yourself if you want," Alexander said.
Victoria turned to look at him, thinking she didn't have that much money to hire a driver. She might as well work as a driver for someone else.
Alexander didn't say much, his charming eyes staring at her intently, and then Victoria felt her hand, which was cold, being held.
She lowered her gaze and saw his hand covering hers. She instinctively tried to withdraw it.
Alexander simply turned her hand over.
Suddenly, things got a bit ambiguous in the car. He placed her hand on his thigh, fingers intertwined.
Victoria immediately recalled that song.
"How does it feel to be loved again? He's holding on tightly now. But he will let go sooner or later."
"Where are we going?" Victoria looked outside and realized they were not heading back to Rockland Street.
"Regal Retreat," Alexander said calmly.
Victoria's heart skipped a beat for no reason. She didn't want to step into his territory too many times. She looked at him and said, "I want to go back to my apartment."
"We are staying at Regal Retreat tonight. I have something to discuss with Benjamin. He cooks well, so you can eat more later," Alexander explains patiently.
Victoria understood that he had something to do with Benjamin.
But if he had something to do, why bring her along?
She had no business with his friends.
Those people all sided with Isabella.
She couldn't forget when they first came back, Alexander asked her to deliver flowers. They were all there, teasing her altogether.
"It's about the location of our wedding." Alexander's hand had been rubbing the scar on her wrist without her noticing.
Victoria looked at him in confusion, feeling the pain. She lowered her head and immediately pulled away, holding her wrist and softly reminding him, "You need to do what I ask before I consider marrying you."
As a cool breeze swept through Alexander's hand, he instinctively tightened his grip, then lifted it again, holding her wrist once more.
Victoria resisted his physical contact, but he was firm. It was not forcefully pulling, but slowly placing her hand on his thigh again, intertwining their fingers, murmuring, "I say I would do it."
"But you haven't done it yet," Victoria resorted.
"I need to prepare in advance to give my bride a wedding she will never forget," Alexander replied seriously.
Victoria couldn't listen anymore, wanting to pry his hand away. If he kept holding her like this, she would go crazy.
But he easily grabbed her other wrist and pulled her directly into his arms.
Victoria fell against his chest.
Alexander had already pulled her hand behind his back, making it look like she was embracing him. His deep and magnetic voice sounded, not allowing her to struggle anymore. "I like more than just holding your hand."
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