Chapter 600 He Said, Should We Try Again?
Isabella followed Alexander to the dock. As soon as the car stopped, she immediately got out.
Since Alexander had already driven onto the ship, with the dock now blocked,, she had to run over.
Alexander parked the car, unbuckled his seatbelt, and was about to get out.
Victoria glanced at him and asked, "Aren't you going to see her?"
"Why should I?" Alexander asked indifferently.
Victoria thought it was best not to meddle in his affairs. It was great that he could really let go of Isabella.
She thought Isabella was terrible and felt she wasn't good enough for him at all.
But if Alexander liked her, then it didn't matter whether she deserved him or not. In matters of affection, when one genuinely likes someone, the desire to be with them overrides any notions of deserving or not deserving..
However, seeing his indifferent demeanor, Victoria convinced herself not to meddle, obediently got out of the car with him, and went inside.
The sea breeze was really chilly.
"Alexander." Isabella stood on the dock.
The ship was about to leave, and someone on the dock was blocking her. Isabella could only shout from behind the person.
As the ship sailed farther away, she had a very bad feeling.
Alexander was completely ignoring her.
Isabella looked up at the person blocking her and said, "It's you."
"Ms. Montgomery, please go back," Frank said indifferently.
"How much does Victoria pay you as a bodyguard? No, whatever it is, I'll pay double, even quadruple, as long as you're willing to come with me." Isabella looked at Frank, speaking to him with certainty.
"Are you serious?" Frank rarely smiled.
"Yes." Isabella nodded.
She thought, 'To defeat Victoria, I'm willing to pay any price.'
Just like last year when she bribed Victoria's driver.
In this world, money could solve ninety-nine percent of problems.
She believed she could definitely bribe Frank.
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When Victoria returned to the island, it felt somewhat like a lifetime ago.
The island was brightly lit, from the yard to the building.
Everyone was working in an orderly manner, not disturbing each other.
Victoria couldn't help but ask Alexander, who was walking silently beside her, "Why are they working?"
"It has to look real," Alexander replied indifferently, hands in his pockets, unhurried.
"I see." Victoria didn't know why, but her mouth felt bitter.
She couldn't help but look at everything on the island.
The day after tomorrow was the wedding day.
Everything here was almost set up, and tomorrow would mostly be about confirming the details.
It was beautiful here, like a fairytale wedding venue.
She couldn't help but turn around and look at the distant sea. Although it was dark at the moment, the wind made the sea sway, creating a stunning view.
Alexander looked good too. But they were about to end.
She didn't know how long it had been before Victoria finally started walking inside again.
And Alexander had been following her all along.
Inside, everyone greeted them, "Mr. and Mrs. Harrington, welcome."
Victoria smiled politely and said seriously, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Not at all. We're wrapping up here."
"We're almost done here too."
Suddenly, a growing crowd emerged from indoors to outdoors, filling the surroundings. Then, without warning, fireworks burst into glorious display in the night sky, unexpectedly painting a breathtaking scene of beauty.
Many people went out to watch the fireworks, but she just stood there quietly for a long time.
"We made a lot of changes from last year. This time the setup is more extravagant," Alexander said.
Victoria looked at the flowers and arrangements inside and could feel the change.
She glanced at him, wanting to say something but feeling that nothing was appropriate, so she just smiled.
Then she said, "I'll call Dennis now to have him pick me up."
"At least stay the night," Alexander said.
Victoria looked at him. "Is it necessary? Anyway, Grandma won't know."
Alexander replied, "Seventy percent of the workers here were hired by Grandpa. Are you sure Grandma won't know? Just wait a day."
"Mr. Harrington, we're opening champagne to celebrate wrapping up. Do you and Mrs. Harrington want to join?" Someone called from outside.
Alexander glanced at Victoria, his eyes asking if she wanted to go.
She wanted to, but...
"I'll pass. My head injury hasn't healed yet, and I can't drink." Victoria declined softly.
Alexander didn't insist, only telling her, "You know which room it is; get some rest early."
Victoria nodded. "Okay."
"Lock the door," he added.
Victoria looked at him in confusion, thinking of some random things, then nodded.
She thought, 'Yes, I should lock the door. Otherwise,, what if he barges in again? Who knows if Alexander would suddenly change his mind at night? He often wasn't rational at night.'
Olivia said that men, especially after drinking a bit, tend to be impulsive at night.
Victoria thought, 'Maybe all those times, he is just impulsive? He is normal during the day, after all.'
She returned to her room and locked the door.
There was a large bouquet of champagne roses in her room, placed by her bedside.
She walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and couldn't help but smile as she looked at the flowers.
It was too lively outside. She stood by the window and saw Alexander surrounded by people, opening champagne.
Everyone was very excited, dancing and screaming non-stop. Some even played music.
The sound quality was so good that it made people want to sway along.
Alexander popped opened the champagne bottle and glanced upstairs, seeing her standing by the second-floor window, looking down at something.
Actually, Victoria was just swaying gently to the music. Instead of sharing joy with others, she preferred to enjoy her own exclusive joy.
Alexander had a thought in his mind, that tonight.
He wanted to make Victoria his woman, and to tell her that he wouldn't let her leave him.
Everything was fake; he just tricked her into coming here, tricked her into having a wedding with him.
Once on the island, Victoria couldn't leave.
Tomorrow, all their friends would come early, and the media would arrive in small groups.
No one could ruin his wedding.
When Victoria came back to her senses, she accidentally saw him looking at her from downstairs and immediately drew the curtains.
She turned and went to the bathroom to wash up.
But when she finished her bath and went to the walk-in closet to find clothes, as soon as she opened the door, a white wedding dress was hanging high, right in front of her.
At that moment, her mind went blank, she forgot to breathe, just staring dumbly at the wedding dress.
It was like a dream. He had said that this wedding dress once belonged to her.
Victoria clutched the towel at her chest, and after a long time, her stiff legs moved a few steps inside, then she stood there woodenly, continuing to stare at the wedding dress.
They almost ended up together.
When Victoria came back to her senses, although she felt even more bitter, she couldn't help but walk forward, gently caressing the thin veil with her soft hand.
Her breathing gradually became hot, and her eyes blurred.
In the end, she couldn't marry him.
"Want to try it on again?"
A familiar deep voice suddenly sounded behind her. Victoria turned around abruptly, but her eyes still couldn't see anything clearly.
Alexander slowly walked toward her with his long legs.
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