Chapter 420 Bloodstains on the Bed
Victoria felt that if he wanted to pick a fight with her, he could do so at any moment.
Victoria glanced at him. When the elevator reached the top floor, she stepped aside. "Alexander, we're here."
"What do you mean?" Alexander stood there without moving an inch, looking unhappily at the fuming Victoria beside him.
It was clear that Victoria was quite upset with him.
"It means nothing, but we've arrived home," Victoria replied.
"You insisted on coming to Regal Retreat," Alexander said.
"Well, now I want to go back to my place, Okay?" Victoria looked at him and couldn't help but argue with him.
Yes, she couldn't help it at all.
Alexander sneered and then acted directly.
"Ouch, Alexander, you're hurting my arm!" Victoria winced, her face contorted in pain.
"It's better that way, so you won't keep angering me all the time," Alexander said.
Victoria looked up at him, feeling relieved when he loosened his grip slightly. She decided not to say anything more, thinking, 'Fine, I won't make you angry anymore.'
Alexander brought her back home, pulled her into the house, and then turned to close the door.
With that sound, Victoria's heart seemed to be locked inside the door, facing his heart directly.
But she didn't know whether this confrontation was love or hate, real or fake, and what kind of chemical reaction it would produce.
She silently stepped back like a frightened little rabbit.
Alexander strode forward, steadily pushing her back again and again.
Victoria couldn't retreat any further, accidentally tripped over herself, and fell to the ground, feeling like she had broken a bone in her buttocks. But she dared not cry out in pain, just instinctively raised her eyes to continue staring at him, guarding against his attack.
But Alexander's tall figure suddenly bent down in front of her.
Alexander knelt on one knee, looking straight at her. "Victoria, why do they say you're still a virgin?"
Victoria stared blankly at him, thinking, 'Yes, why does the doctor say that to Grandma? Harrington?'
The doctor had been evasive with them, not saying anything, but had told Eloise.
Alexander scrutinized her and asked, "What really happened that night?"
She lowered her eyes, tense. "I don't know," she whispered, barely audible.
She had always been afraid to recall that night.
She only remembered being tied up and then passing out.
The man's firm body was on top of her...
But that person hadn't even taken off his mask. When she was conscious, that person hadn't actually touched her skin or groped her, except for forcing her into awkward positions.
"Think carefully," Alexander reminded her in a deep voice.
Victoria slowly looked at him, thinking, 'Why is he forcing me to remember those things?'
"Don't you think I am raped?" Victoria asked.
"Do you really want to be violated?" Alexander patiently asked, his voice deep.
Victoria immediately lowered her gaze again, carefully recalling.
"I am knocked out. When I wake up, I am already in the hospital. Jason has taken me there," Victoria replied.
She thought for a moment, trying hard to remember, 'If what the doctor says is true, then I...'
Victoria's eyes were filled with mist without her realizing it.
"And then?" Alexander suppressed his breath and continued to ask softly.
"After going back home, we see red bloodstains on the bed."
She lowered her head, feeling as if she had flown back to that day.
She stood in front of the bed, seeing the dried dark red stain on it.
"So, Do you have no memory of whether or not you had sex that night?" Alexander asked again.
"Yes," Victoria replied.
Victoria thought, unable to help but look up at him, not knowing what he was thinking.
Soon, Alexander looked back at her and lifted her from the ground. "Go upstairs."
"Why?" Victoria was puzzled
"Otherwise, tonight we'll verify it," Alexander said.
"What?" Victoria was stunned.
"To find out if you are indeed a virgin," Alexander added.
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