Chapter 590 The Person Who Sneaked into Her Room Late at Night
Alexander held her close. "Why should we sacrifice everything we want for the sake of others?" he asked.
Not offering an answer, Victoria looked at him, saying, "I'm tired."
"Alright, I'll carry you to bed," Alexander replied.
She thought, 'Fine, I'll just leave it at that for now.'
Victoria didn't want to continue the conversation. However, before he could lift her, his phone suddenly rang.
It was an unknown number. They both stared at the phone on the table, falling silent.
"Alexander, it's me. I still want to apologize for what my father did to Victoria. He didn't touch her, did he?"
The person on the other end of the line sounded sincere but struggled to get the words out.
Alexander glanced at Victoria, who silently stared at the phone before quickly saying, "You're too nervous."
Isabella, hearing Victoria's voice, tensed up, gripping the phone tightly to calm herself, and tentatively asked, "Victoria, is this you?"
"Someone you know at Starlight Media resigned after the incident," Victoria added.
Isabella asked, "What do you mean?"
"How did your father know about this new media outlet?" Victoria asked.
"I don't understand. Weren't you kidnapped by my father's people? What does this have to do with the media?"
"Is that so?" Victoria replied softly on purpose, then looked at Alexander.
Alexander said nothing, lifting her easily and heading upstairs.
"Victoria? I don't know what you are talking about. I swear I had nothing to do with this. Victoria, are you still listening? Alexander? Hello?" Isabella held the phone, feeling like no one was listening anymore.
However, she grew increasingly anxious.
And that was exactly what Victoria wanted.
Why should she be the only one suffering?
They had no evidence that Isabella was behind it, but if Isabella could torment her, she could torment Isabella.
It was said that those who did bad things often felt uneasy themselves.
Victoria used this unease to keep Isabella awake at night.
Isabella hung up and called her again, but the phone lay on the table, and no one answered it.
'No, I can't let Victoria talk nonsense in front of Alexander,' Isabella thought, leaving the room in a hurry.
Naomi had just returned and saw her rushing out in a thin nightgown under her coat. "Where are you going in such a hurry? It's cold outside tonight."
"Victoria is talking nonsense in front of Alexander. I need to stop her immediately," Isabella replied.
"What? Are you still hung up on Victoria?" Naomi grabbed her and reminded her, "The most important thing for you now is to take control of the Montgomery Group and find your half-brother, not chase after a man."
"Mom, the Montgomery Group will be mine. That half-brother is no threat. The most important thing now is to stop Victoria from badmouthing me to Alexander, or he'll misunderstand," Isabella said.
"Misunderstand what? You did want Victoria dead."
Isabella looked at Naomi in disbelief for revealing the truth.
Naomi let go of her. "Don't focus on trivial matters and neglect the important ones. You'll regret it."
"Don't worry, I'm not you. I know what I truly want. Nothing that belongs to me will slip through my fingers," Isabella said and turned to leave.
But at that moment, Naomi felt a pang of heartache. Because Isabella was her daughter.
No matter what, she wanted her daughter to be well. But did her daughter wish the same for her?
Heartlessness might be hereditary.
Isabella quickly left the house, heading in a familiar direction.
Even though she had never been able to enter that place, she wanted to try, and she had to try.
She believed that with their years of friendship, Alexander had no reason to trust Victoria over her.
Victoria wasn't pregnant yet. Maybe she couldn't have children.
Isabella wondered what was the point of marrying such a woman. She was about to turn the situation around; she was sure of it.
Isabella thought, forcing herself to relax, but her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove. But the weather was getting worse.
The further east she went, the more it seemed like a lightning bolt was about to strike.
It seemed like it was going to rain.
Ever since her car was struck by lightning at the Harrington Mansion, she had been afraid to drive in the rain.
Isabella didn't want to lose her life before she got anything she wanted.
She had to have it all.
The status of a wealthy wife and the power of the Montgomery Family were both indispensable to her now.
But as her car approached his villa, another lightning bolt struck nearby, causing her to swerve.
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The wind howled outside, growing colder.
Inside the villa, it was quiet and windless, but Victoria, in the master bedroom upstairs, couldn't sleep.
Her hands and feet were cold, and she curled up under the blanket. When her feet touched a warm spot, she instinctively moved closer to the warmth.
Alexander, who was lying beside her, opened his arms, letting her snuggle close, holding her tightly...
It was a reflex. Her gentle hands slipped under his shirt, her fingertips cool but causing his blood to surge.
She was warmed by his body heat, letting out a contented hum and snuggling closer.
But Alexander, touched by her, couldn't help but groan. It wasn't intentional.
It was a familiar yet nerve-wracking sensation. The warmth she had been enjoying suddenly made her pull her hands away from his waist and look up quickly. "Alexander?"
"It's me," Alexander responded.
"What are you doing here?" She asked nervously, instinctively pulling back.
Alexander replied, "Afraid you'd be cold."
But as soon as she moved away, his long body pressed closer, whispering intimately.
"You said you'd sleep on your own." She didn't believe he was just worried about her being cold.
Alexander didn't bother lying, "I wanted to, but Victoria, I can't."
At that moment, he just wanted to be entwined with her, to feel her presence.
"How can I trust you? You..."
"I want you."
He kissed her lips, whispering softly before continuing.
He held Victoria's neck, and she was kissed in an awkward position, unable to push him away.
She had been cold, but now his body felt like a furnace, warming her quickly.
She couldn't deny that she wanted to hold him tight for a moment. The warmth was too comforting, making her want more.
"Alexander, stop."
His kisses moved from her lips to her chin, then to her sensitive neck. She tilted her head, pleading with him.
She didn't want to make another mistake.
"Victoria, I need you." He whispered against her neck, serious and undeniable.
Victoria's hands pressed against his hot chest, her remaining rationality making her ask, "How can I love you again if you do this?"
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