Chapter 541 He Said He Had Hit a Woman
Alexander turned around and saw Victoria in pajamas standing at the door.
Victoria immediately tried to close the door, but Alexander quickly walked over.
Some people outside watched the commotion briefly. But soon, someone would contact them, asking them to delete the videos they had taken and not to talk about what they had seen.
Inside the room.
Victoria stood by the window and asked, "You wouldn't really hit a woman, would you?"
She had said during the day that she would marry Jason, so he came to hit her?
Victoria was trembling with fear, wishing she could keep a long distance from him.
Alexander glanced at her hand, and the anger in his chest subsided a bit. He said in a deep voice, "I've hit a woman before."
A woman once needed plastic surgery after being hit by a picture frame thrown by him.
"You've hit a woman before?" Victoria was even more scared.
"Yes." Alexander admitted.
Victoria tried to stay rational and asked, "When?"
No matter what, she couldn't imagine Alexander hitting a woman.
Alexander replied, "The night before the wedding."
Victoria stared at him, remembering the night before last year's wedding.
She had seen him with Isabella that night.
"Did you still have the energy to hit a woman that night?" Victoria asked lightly, then turned to look out the window.
She couldn't look at him anymore, but when she looked down, she saw someone standing outside looking up at them, and her heart felt even more chaotic.
She suddenly felt a familiar air approaching.
Right behind her, her temples throbbed, and she reflexively turned around.
Then, her hands were pressed tightly against the window sill.
The room was brightly lit with silver-white light, but at that moment, she felt like she was in a dark hell.
Alexander was approaching her relentlessly, his soul-piercing eyes staring at her. "Why did you agree to Jason's proposal?"
Alexander's potent scent overwhelmed Victoria, causing her to gasp in fear, silently.
She thought, 'Why else?'
Alexander demanded, "Victoria, answer me."
Victoria calmed down and said softly. "I'm not Victoria."
"Whether you are or not, I'll know with one try."
Alexander stood in front of her, looking down at her. With just a simple sentence, he had already grabbed her heart tightly.
Victoria's chest tightened inexplicably as she said. "Does your wife, Tessa, know you're out here with me like this..."
Her mouth was suddenly pinched shut, and she couldn't finish her sentence. Then she felt him about to kiss her.
She immediately reached out and pushed his chin up.
The tense atmosphere suddenly became a bit comical in those few seconds.
Alexander scoffed before seizing her wrist and drawing it towards his flank. With one hand, he clasped her jaw, and their lips met in a kiss.
Her lips were hit hard, making them numb, and she tasted her own blood.
It was even warm, as his tongue swept through her mouth.
Victoria felt like her limbs were being torn apart. She could barely breathe between his relentless kisses, letting out restrained whimpers.
Alexander sucked on her bleeding lips until they stopped bleeding. Then he slowly stopped, looking down at her and saying softly, "Why are you crying?"
Victoria tried to breathe, wanting to hit him, but as soon as she raised her wrist, he grabbed it again, and then he suddenly kissed her again.
Victoria didn't know if it was her heart or her lips that hurt, making her cry.
Or maybe it was the sense of humiliation.
Her mind quickly recalled that beautiful night.
She pondered, 'Why did Alexander do that at that time? And with Isabella who had almost killed her several times.'
Victoria started to push him with all her strength, but her hands were quickly restrained. She was in so much pain that she couldn't stand anymore and slowly sank to the ground.
Alexander stopped kissing her, holding her wrists as he watched her crouch down.
Victoria felt he had no need to humiliate her like this.
With his power, he could have any woman he wanted.
She couldn't give him the pleasure he wanted; otherwise, he wouldn't leave her again and again.
She didn't know what he wanted.
Victoria couldn't hold back her tears anymore, looking up at him with a pitiful expression, trembling as she breathed and called out, "Alexander, what do you want to let me go?"
Alexander said indifferently, "Lie on that bed and spread your legs like last time."
Alexander regretted it. His cherishing had led Victoria to accept Jason's proposal.
Did Jason really have feelings for him?
Was she really as pitiful as she seemed?
Alexander felt he would never be deceived by her appearance again.
She wasn't worth it.
Victoria laughed bitterly but couldn't move.
Alexander still held her wrists, watching her cry pitifully. He slowly squatted down, looking at her with determined eyes. "I always thought that if I pampered and loved you, I would get your heart. It turns out it was all my illusion."
Victoria was stunned. She thought, 'When has Alexander ever pampered and loved me? He only pampers and loves himself. He played both Isabella and me, making us both dizzy. We both loved him blindly and trusted him, and then what did we get?'
Victoria hated Isabella only, but at that moment, she suddenly hated Alexander too.
She remembered what he had said to Isabella on their bed.
Alexander's eyes were wet and humble. She just wanted to beg him to let her go.
Even if it was for her deceased parents.
Alexander wiped her tears, his voice becoming even more heartless. "Crying is the most useless thing. Don't show your tears so easily anymore; they're not worth anything."
Victoria listened to his words, choking up.
Indeed, Tears weren't worth anything.
But when they wanted to flow, they flowed. She couldn't control it and didn't want to.
She suddenly thought she would do everything he hated.
That rebellious desire to oppose him made her eyes suddenly turn cold.
Alexander suddenly said, "That morning, everyone was waiting on the shore for the bride to appear, and so was I."
Victoria asked, "Why were you too?"
She was confused, thinking, 'Why would he think that?
The wedding dress has already been worn by Isabella, and they have used the bed. How could I appear?'
Alexander sneered. "Because I overestimated our feelings."
Victoria looked at him, feeling both sad and amused. "Feelings? Do we have any?"
Alexander knelt in front of her, holding her face, gently touching his forehead to hers. He also laughed, then said in a hoarse voice, "We don't."
Their breaths intertwined ambiguously, and Victoria murmured, "Alexander."
"What?"
"Will hell be too crowded?" Victoria asked hopelessly.
She thought of that day when Alexander and Isabella said they were going to hell, and now he wouldn't let her go.
Would it end up with the three of them in hell?
But would it be too crowded in there? She was a little scared.
She wanted to go to heaven because her parents were surely there.
She wanted to go back to them.
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