Chapter 560 Forcing Her to Meet Isabella Together
"Meeting up? Sure. Maybe we can arrange it sometime." Alexander smiled until his gaze fell upon Victoria.
Victoria looked at him in disbelief and immediately tried to move to the side, but he quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
Victoria glared at him fiercely. Seeing that he wouldn't let go, she looked down at his leather shoes and stomped on them hard.
He felt as if his toenail had been crushed.
"Are you trying to murder your husband?" Alexander questioned her but held her even tighter.
Victoria was too angry to speak and ground her heel into his foot again.
She wore stiletto heels today, causing him too much pain.
Alexander said, "Still not letting go? If I end up crippled, you won't have a handsome husband to walk you down the red carpet."
Victoria was greatly shocked by his words. She thought, 'He is already thinking about walking me down the red carpet?'
"Wouldn't you feel embarrassed if a cripple walks you down the red carpet?" Alexander leaned closer, his voice getting lower and more teasing.
"I'm not asking you to walk me down the red carpet." Victoria's eyes reddened with grievance, even though she didn't know why she felt this way.
She had long given up hope on him. She had no intention of reconciling with him, or even of having another partner. But when he said those words, her nose tingled, and she felt sad.
Why would he want to walk her down the red carpet? He only needed that Isabella who had drugged him.
"Then will you walk me down the red carpet?" Alexander asked.
"What?" Victoria was puzzled.
"If I replace the sponsor, wouldn't I be your legitimate sugar daddy?" Alexander smiled.
Victoria's bright eyes were filled with disbelief.
She thought Alexander's way of thinking was really strange.
She was almost furious, yet he was still looking at her with that seductive gaze. Victoria felt like her heart was pounding wildly.
But she quickly lowered her eyes, refusing to be confused by him again.
"Whatever, but I won't be with you," Victoria said.
"You mean it?" Alexander asked in a deep voice.
"Of course..."
Victoria suddenly realized that at some point, they had ended up in an embrace.
Alexander was holding her slender waist. She instantly felt the warmth that didn't belong to her and wanted to push him away but ended up moving with him.
Then he had her pinned against the elevator wall.
"It's been a long time since I kissed you in this elevator," Alexander said in a low voice.
Victoria's heart was pounding, and she reminded him with her head down, "You better not mess around."
"I won't mess around," Alexander said, then lowered his head to kiss her on the forehead.
She reflexively tilted her head to avoid his kiss, and he ended up kissing her lips.
While she was stunned, Alexander's eyes were filled with a triumphant smile. But as he kissed her again, his expression became serious.
That longing suddenly surged like a tide, filling his heart, and he could only express it through this way.
Victoria was left weak from the kiss, and when the elevator opened, Alexander picked her up and strode out.
Victoria wanted to tell him to put her down, but she immediately saw Penelope and Shoure standing by Janaye, and she buried her face in his chest in embarrassment.
Alexander said, "By the way, Penelope, see me tomorrow."
"Yes, Mr. Harrington." As the head of the PR department, Penelope also hesitated.
The office door closed, and Alexander carried Victoria straight to the desk, placing her on it and looking up at her. "Come with me to see Isabella tonight."
"No." Victoria was shocked but immediately refused. She thought, 'You two are going on a date. Why should I go as well? To disgust myself?‘
Alexander said, "If you refuse, I'll announce our wedding in three days."
Isabella hung up the phone with a knowing smile and said to the woman sitting on the sofa, "I knew he would see me."
"Does he feel guilty towards you?" Naomi asked, puzzled.
"Of course. He made me disfigured, and I didn't blame him. Any man would feel guilty," Isabella said.
Naomi nodded, thinking, 'Typical men; when a woman acts pitiful, they really think she's pitiful.'
"So what do you plan to do when you meet?" Naomi asked Isabella.
"Of course, I'll apologize first, then continue being friends," Isabella replied thoughtfully.
Of course, she didn't really just want to be friends, but for now, she had to pretend.
Alexander could forgive a bitch like Victoria, let alone a lady like her who had everything.
Isabella's scar from her temple to the corner of her eye was too deep, and it took several surgeries to repair.
However, because of this, she couldn't laugh too hard, or it would cause problems.
If Alexander had any tenderness toward her sacrifice, he should...
Isabella suddenly fantasized about being in a private room with Alexander, sitting close on a couch, with him touching her face and saying softly, "I was too harsh last time. I'll give you anything you want."
Naomi said, "If you can be friends, that would be best. You know our Montgomery Group has too many problems now. If your relationship can be repaired, it would be beneficial for us."
Isabella said, "Mom, if the Montgomery Group is to recover quickly, then it should be through marriage."
Naomi was puzzled. "What?"
"Only marriage can help the Montgomery Group get through this crisis and turn things around. By early next year, we should be back to where we were before last year," Isabella explained.
"But who would you marry?" Naomi asked.
Isabella replied, "You can arrange dates for me, but the final choice will definitely be the Harrington Group."
"But Isabella, don't you think the Montague Group is also an option? Sebastian likes you."
"You want me to marry a bastard?" Isabella was immediately displeased.
Naomi didn't know why, but she felt Isabella had changed, becoming somewhat uncontrollable. She said, "In the future, the Montague family is likely to be under Sebastian's control. Don't look down on him just because he's a bastard; none of the Montague family's children are as capable as he is."
"That's still impossible." In Isabella's mind, only a legitimate nobleman could match her, and he had to be capable.
She didn't even consider Edward, let alone Sebastian.
"Fine, do what you want. I have a lot of other problems to deal with." Naomi decided to focus on her own issues.
"What's wrong?" Isabella turned to look at the worried Naomi.
"Your father has been seduced by some woman and hasn't been home much lately," Naomi complained.
Isabella glanced at Naomi. "Whatever. Just ignore him and focus on yourself. If you take care of yourself, he won't want to leave."
"What?" Naomi didn't quite understand Isabella's words.
"Your face is full of unhappiness. What man likes to be with an unhappy old woman?" Isabella told her, "Make yourself happy first, and Dad will naturally be attracted to you."
Naomi felt hurt, wounded by her own daughter.
That night, Isabella left the beauty salon, her coat wrapped around her bare legs, and went to her appointment.
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