Chapter 547 "I Only Ask You Not to Make Things Difficult for Me Regarding My Parents' Graves."
"Yeah," Victoria said, turning to look at him instinctively.
Time felt like a long river, or maybe a pit, and memories of that night came rushing back.
Everyone said Alexander loved her, and he said he cared for her.
But Alexander never said those three words: I love you.
Victoria was confused, just staring at him blankly.
Why did Alexander suddenly say it himself?
Was he planning to stop pretending to be a devoted good man in front of her?
It made sense.
Since they knew each other too well, there was no need to pretend anymore.
Alexander turned to look at Victoria, questioning, "Do you really know how to love someone?"
'If I don't know, does he?' Victoria felt a strong surge of emotion within her, her expression unintentionally cold.
Alexander asked again, "Does being in bed always mean having sex?"
At this moment, they were looking into each other's eyes, but both seemed very disappointed in each other.
Victoria suddenly thought, 'Maybe it was just affection, just like us. So many times we kissed and cuddled in bed. But is that enough? No, it isn't.'
Victoria snapped back to reality, slowly lowering her gaze.
As long as Alexander was in bed with Isabella, it wasn't enough for Victoria.
From the moment Alexander desired to spend his life with Victoria, he personally planned their wedding, making it clear he couldn't be with other women.
Victoria couldn't accept it.
She couldn't accept him rolling around in bed with other women and then telling Victoria the same ambiguous and touching words he said to them.
Alexander was so different from how he appeared.
He clearly looked like a gentleman, but...
Victoria thought, choking up, then regained her composure.
She put her legs down and stood up.
He suddenly said in a cold, low voice as she stood up, "Victoria, I thought we already trusted each other."
Victoria didn't say anything. They didn't have the foundation of mutual trust.
She just planned to leave.
Alexander said again, "Isabella and I didn't do anything that night."
Victoria stopped and turned to look at him.
Alexander also looked up at her.
Victoria saw his utterly disappointed and angry expression, thinking, 'Didn't they do anything?'
"Then what did I see?" She could barely make a sound.
Did he think she would still believe him?
Alexander said coldly, "Isabella drugged my drink."
Victoria was stunned, her heart pounding, but she quickly smiled.
She walked back to Alexander, looking down at him.
The medicine he had applied to her face still felt cool. She might not have even thanked him, but at this moment, she just felt that Alexander was really terrible.
Victoria suddenly got very angry, saying, "How could Isabella drug your drink?"
"Even if it's true, Alexander, if you didn't give Isabella the chance to get close to you, how could she drug you?"
Alexander remained silent and suddenly lowered his head.
Victoria found it even more amusing. "Were you seduced by her again before our wedding, drinking with her? In our house, no, it's your house, I don't even deserve to call it ours, do I? When did you ever really consider me a wife you needed to respect? You were on that bed with her, and you still..."
Victoria suddenly remembered that Isabella had been to the island before.
At that time, he called to report that he and Isabella were on the island for a whole night.
She was so touched then, thinking that he called her immediately, believing that Alexander must have fallen in love with her.
That was the awareness of a husband and respect for his wife.
Now, it seemed ridiculous.
Maybe that night, after reporting, he slept with Isabella.
Anyway, the island was full of Alexander's people, and they would all side with her, just like two years ago.
Victoria didn't even have any more tears to shed.
She found herself funny.
Her wedding dress lay on the steps, and it had been worn by Isabella.
Alexander said it was for Victoria, but it really wasn't.
Victoria didn't want to talk to him about it anymore.
What was the point?
She didn't want to waste her energy on that farce.
But he brought it up himself.
Victoria looked at him one last time, lowering her head with a smile, and laughing at herself for still feeling such a tumult inside.
"What's past is past. Now, I only ask you not to make things difficult for me regarding my parents' graves. Alexander, this is my last bottom line with you. Don't make me think you're a complete, selfish jerk who treats me like a toy." Victoria finished speaking, bent down to pick up her bag, and turned to leave.
When Victoria left the building, the staff at the door greeted her. "Ms. Kensington, are you leaving by yourself? Is Mr. Kensington working late?"
Victoria just nodded politely and then left.
She never thought things would turn out this way when she went in.
But it was good to have it out in the open.
Now that they both knew what the other thought, there would be no need to guess in the future.
However, by the time she came out, it was completely dark.
Victoria hailed a cab and headed straight to the car dealership.
Taking cabs was always inconvenient, and she didn't have an assistant, only Dennis, who was always busy making money. She thought it would be better to have her own means of transportation.
She bought a Volkswagen Beetle.
She had liked this car since college.
Victoria liked the look of this car.
She had planned to buy it last year, but then Alexander gave her that expensive car, which was also nice.
That was life, full of ups and downs.
From the moment Victoria lost her parents, it seemed she lost the ability to make her own choices.
Or maybe she had been too well-protected by her parents since childhood, so she often followed others' arrangements.
But not anymore.
Victoria drove back to the hotel, and Dennis was at the entrance chatting with Adrian. When they saw the car, they couldn't help but frown. "New car?"
They looked at the person getting out of the car, even more puzzled.
Dennis frowned a bit deeper.
Adrian quickly stood up, smiling. "You finally bought it."
Victoria shrugged. "I'll pass it on to my daughter," she said with a smile but then suddenly froze.
What was she talking about?
What daughter did she have?
Adrian still smiled. "Sure."
Dennis walked over to them slowly, saying, "It seems you two know each other well. In that case, Adrian, if you join me here, it would be perfect."
Adrian still looked at Victoria. "Is that okay?"
Victoria said to Dennis, "No. if you do that, what about Ivan and Ava? They've been with you for so many years."
Adrian said, "But we've been having conflicts recently."
Dennis added, "Ava is not suitable. She's too domineering. Adrian, if you come to my side, I promise to give you enough space."
"Absolutely not. If he comes, I leave," Victoria said and walked inside.
Adrian watched her walk away, smiling even more.
Dennis frowned. "You're still smiling? Victoria doesn't want you."
"But she's so cool now." Adrian thought this was how she should be.
He preferred seeing Victoria like this rather than wanting him.
She was rational, calm, and decisive now.
"Cool? If Victoria keeps this up, I'll go crazy." Dennis felt he wouldn't be able to control this woman anymore. He didn't want to lose a talented artist.
Adrian remarked, "Victoria won't always be at your disposal. I'm considering having Ava bring her to our company."
Dennis was stunned and wondered, 'Isn't Adrian supposed to be with me? Why did he suddenly want to take his person?'
Adrian, in a good mood, walked inside, thinking he could sleep well tonight.
But Dennis didn't sleep all night.
Of course, he wasn't the only one who didn't sleep.
There was also someone lying on the office sofa all night, unable to sleep.
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