Chapter 483 I Also Heard that a Husband could Warm The Bed
"When Alexander's tall body suddenly came crashing towards her, Victoria's heart stopped.
She felt Alexander's weight when the automobile seat slipped back.
Alexander stared at her through her long, curled lashes as their bodies were crushed together.
Victoria didn't dare to meet his gaze, lying there dumbfounded and helpless.
Her lips were recorded despite her best efforts to remain unseen. She couldn't breathe.
Her slim waist instantly tingled. Her long lashes fluttered, her breathing accelerated, and she felt the man's strong kiss between her lips and teeth.
She knew she was still madly in love with him.
Otherwise, she would be more useful under him.
As Alexander kissed her, his palm cupped her face and accidentally brushed the tear marks at her eye corner. After twitching his thumb, he stopped kissing aggressively.
He slowly raised his eyes, clearly seeing her pitiful face. He didn't know why she was crying but called her, ""Victoria, you are my wife.""
Victoria's mouth moved, and she finally could breathe.
She slowly lifted her blurred eyes to look at him, hoarsely murmuring, ""What does a wife mean?""
Victoria looked into his dark eyes, which seemed to hide eternal ice, making her shiver, but she couldn't help but ask him, ""Is it a toy? A bedmate? Or a subordinate at your back and call?""
""Victoria,"" Alexander said helplessly.
""A wife should be a lover, a lover who deserves your respect."" Victoria's hoarse voice struggled to come out, soft and powerless.
Alexander felt a pang in his heart.
""Alexander, I really hate you."" Victoria finally looked at him calmly and said this firmly.
This chilled Alexander. By chance, he noticed someone outside the car window and reminded her, ""Stop crying.""
He got up and adjusted her seat. When he opened the window, he buried her face in his chest to hide her tears, softly asking, ""What's the matter?""
""Sir, are you leaving? Someone needs the parking spot,"" the staff cautiously inquired.
""Got it,"" Alexander responded, then closed the window.
Victoria was still buried in his chest. When he looked down, she was wiping tears.
Alexander changed the subject, ""Grandma asked us to go back to The Harrington Mansion for some soup.""
""What?"" She finally looked up.
The atmosphere immediately became a bit livelier, even though she still had tears in her eyes.
Alexander's previous gloom brightened up suddenly. He rubbed the back of her head. ""Sit tight, we're going home.""
""Can we not go?"" Victoria inquire.
""No,"" Alexander refused.
""But drinking it will give me a nosebleed,"" she unconsciously played the woman to be cared of, not caring to argue about love anymore,
""She said she reduced the dosage."" Alexander listened, glanced at her without a trace, and then inexplicably felt happy.
'I am so happy that he turned on the music. It was a very suggestive song.' Victoria thought.
The atmosphere in the car immediately changed again.
When she awkwardly looked out the window, the familiar things outside blurred.
Alexander also glanced to the side, then focused on driving.
After a while, Victoria leaned over to change the song.
Was it left or right?
Victoria slowly withdrew her hand, quietly looking out the window and listening to the music.
But soon, she glanced at his sexy, slender fingers.
He changed it, and when he did, he asked her, ""Don't you dislike making choices?""
Before Victoria spoke, she found that the song he changed to was in a foreign language.
She didn't modify it again because she couldn't understand it or recall the lyrics, avoiding discomfort.
They arrived at The Harrington Mansion. After they returned, they were in the living room looking at two bowls of soup, feeling troubled. The chef reminded them, ""Don't drink alcohol while having this soup.""
Without responding, Alexander just looked at Victoria. ""You first?""
""Why not you first?"" Victoria said back.
""I thought ladies first, right?"" Alexander said.
""Or leaders first,"" Victoria declined.
""How about you both drink together?"" Seeing that neither of them wanted to drink, the chef suggested.
After Alexander and Victoria exchanged glances, Victoria blushed. She picked up the bowl and quickly drank the soup.
Alexander held back his laughter, picked up his bowl, and drank slowly after she finished.
An hour later, Victoria, being wrapped in a towel in the walk-in closet, said, ""I can't find any of my pajamas.""
""What kind of pajamas?"" Victoria asked.
""All camisoles and very short,"" he replied.
Victoria came out of the closet, holding a nightgown, and spoke to the man who was doing push-ups on the floor.
Alexander gazed at the camisole she was revealing while in a plank stance.
He probably hadn't never seen her look sexy before and finally had the chance.
He was secretly delighted but pretended to be puzzled. ""What's going on?""
Victoria didn't know what was going on either and quickly returned to the closet.
She stared at his pajama pants, hearing a familiar voice from outside. ""You can't wear mine. Men's pajamas have that thing.""
What thing was it? Victoria didn't understand, but she thought of something she touched one morning when she woke up and immediately put it back.
Alexander leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching her reluctantly walk out of the closet, and his eyes couldn't look away.
Victoria was very embarrassed. ""Anyway, you're sleeping on the couch.""
""Why?"" Alexander puzzled.
""Because..."" Victoria couldn't say, but she immediately looked at him with tearful eyes.
Alexander frowned. ""No acting.""
Victoria looked even more pitiful.
""Playing the pity card doesn't work on me,"" Alexander said, directly lying on the bed and covering himself with the quilt.
Seeing him on the bed, Victoria could only be anxious. She thought for a moment, looked at the sofa by the window, and decided she would sleep on the couch.
Alexander was all set to make love to her on the bed until he noticed her walking past the foot of the bed with her two delicate legs.
Yes, she didn't come around to get on the bed. In such cold weather, did she still want to sleep on the sofa?
She was really something.
Alexander watched her sit on the sofa and immediately picked up his phone.
Sitting on the sofa, Victoria saw him pick up his phone and felt even more uneasy. Was he really going to let a woman sleep on the couch?
Alexander put down his phone and looked at her, starting a casual conversation. ""I heard that a wife warm the bed in winter. I also heard that a husband can warm the bed . Come up and try. It's already warm, dear. Please get into bed?""
Alexander deliberately lifted the quilt to invite her.
Annoyed, Victoria lay on the sofa with her back to him.
She sat up swiftly another time. Because she had no blanket and a short camisole, lying down exposed her.
Alexander indeed felt desired watching her and suddenly reminded, ""Victoria, don't come up tonight, or I won't let you off the bed until I've devoured you.""
Victoria stared at him, confused, not understanding why he said it, but then she saw him glancing toward the door. Victoria stood up and faced the door when it knocked."
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