Chapter 442 A Will
"I'll write a will, leaving everything to my wife. She'll live well," Alexander kissed Victoria lightly, speaking softly.
Victoria felt like her mind was going to go blank.
'Is he trying to seduce me again? I won't believe a single word. He isn't a good person at all. Who knows if he says the same things to other women?'
But Victoria's heart was gradually warming. 'What if what he says is true?'
She felt a sting at the corner of her eye. Were those tears?
"But baby, you can't go around saying your husband is bad in bed, okay? Can you promise me?" Alexander asked.
Alexander remembered last night when she kept saying he had issues with his sexual performance, which made him very upset.
"I never say that," she snapped back to reality and shouted.
Someone had indeed questioned Alexander's sexual performance before, but it was his family members who doubted him.
Alexander laughed in exasperation and reminded her, "You said it last night."
Victoria wondered what else she had said last night and thought, 'How do I get drunk again?'
She remembered now. Yesterday, he had Sebastian take Isabella away, which made her very angry. Victoria drank a few more glasses out of frustration, and then Olivia called her. She invited Olivia over, and then she got drunk.
Victoria couldn't be sure if she had said such things. If she had mentioned any of his faults, might she have been talking about something else? Like his character?
He sucked on her lips, making it hard for her to breathe, and she felt like she couldn't think straight.
Just when she thought she might get lost in the foggy forest, she suddenly snapped back to reality.
A phone rang, pulling her back to reality. She started to push him away. "Alexander, I need to answer the phone."
She turned her face away from his lips, but his lips landed on her earlobe. In a hoarse voice, he whispered, "Answer your phone."
Victoria struggled to reach for her phone and finally got it.
But Alexander was nibbling on her earlobe, making it hard for her to breathe.
So she had to push him away with one hand while answering the phone with the other, "Hello? Olivia."
"Sweetie, are you sober? Last night..." Olivia said.
"Olivia, Alexander is here." Victoria's voice was a bit timid, and Olivia immediately understood and hung up.
Victoria sadly put down the phone and then used both hands to push his face away. "Stop kissing me. stop it."
"Okay," he agreed, but Alexander's lips on her neck only became more intense.
"Alexander," Victoria said angrily.
"I'm here." Alexander always responded to her, but not only did he not stop. Instead, his kisses grew more forceful. Victoria tilted her neck back, feeling like he was going to suck the life out of her.
He sucked on the wonderful skin of her neck, wanting to leave a mark.
Victoria was angry all morning after getting up.
After washing up, Victoria went to the dining room and saw that he had already cooked noodles. Victoria put her hands on her hips and angrily walked over to him. "Can you not treat my place like your home?"
"Why?" Alexander turned to glance at her.
Today, he was wearing a blue shirt and looked particularly gentle and intellectual.
Victoria told herself not to be swayed by his good looks. Glancing at the noodles he was holding, she continued, "Come with me."
"Why don't you finish the noodles first? They won't taste good if they sit too long," Alexander advised.
Victoria looked at the noodles he cooked. They actually looked pretty good, and the aroma was already wafting over.
Victoria thought, 'But if I ate the meal, I might feel like forgiving him.'
However, Victoria reminded herself that this was her home, her noodles, so she still led him to the main bedroom and opened her wardrobe. "Mr. Harrington, could you please explain why you brought so many clothes here? You have more clothes here than I do."
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