Chapter 662 A Stray Dog
Alexander was just an average Joe, wanting nothing more than to chill with his wife for the rest of their days.
He stood by the window until it got dark, then made a call, his voice icy, "I need you to handle something for me."
Victoria woke up at dusk, all confused about whether it was morning or evening until she grabbed her phone to check.
She rolled over and shot Alexander a text: [When you coming back?]
Alexander replied: [In ten minutes.]
So, he was already on his way.
He texted back almost instantly, so she jumped out of bed.
Victoria headed to the walk-in closet to find a cute dress, but then...
That nightmare flashed through her mind, and she dropped the dress like it was hot, opting for pants and a sweater instead before heading downstairs.
As she went down, she remembered Alexander asking why she was so into clothes with buttons. She touched the buttons on her sleeve, thinking, 'These don't count, they're just for show.'
Just as she hit the bottom of the stairs, Alexander walked in.
He was still in the same suit he left in at noon, looking sharp as ever. She couldn't help but walk over with tiny steps, reaching out as she got close. "Well, fancy bumping into Mr. Harrington here!"
Alexander hugged her back, grinning, "Yeah, looks like Mrs. Harrington and I are really meant to be."
"You better not let my husband hear that."
"Let him hear it then," Alexander frowned but then got all serious.
Victoria didn't expect him to play along so well and kept looking up at him, suggesting, "When you retire, you should totally become an actor. Lots of actors win awards in their fifties; you could too."
"Only if you're my leading lady," he said softly, stroking her hair.
Victoria thought about it, remembering someone saying actresses were more valuable when they were young. But then she raised her eyebrows and agreed, "Sure, let's do a workplace romance drama for middle-aged folks then."
Alexander looked at her, almost blurting out three words.
How could she be so amazing? He was head over heels for her.
If they ever split up, Alexander would totally hate his life.
He said, "Never leave me."
Those three words turned into this sentence, still making Victoria's heart race.
The word "Never leave me" was too easy to carve into one's heart.
"I told you not to make promises lightly, and I won't either."
Victoria hugged him, burying her face in Alexander's chest to dodge his gaze.
But he always wanted something. It was an uncontrollable urge, even if he tried to hold back, he would still end up asking.
Alexander didn't think there was anything they couldn't promise each other.
"Victoria, do you still love me?" he murmured as he held her.
Victoria's heart was pounding, but she didn't dare to say a word.
Alexander had to cup her face, "I..."
"Grandma sent a box of oranges today, they're super sweet. Let's eat them together, come on."
Victoria said, pulling away from his embrace, holding his hand, and leading him to the living room.
As soon as they sat down, Jenny brought over a plate of sliced oranges.
"What if I'm really having a girl?"
Alexander picked up a piece and tasted it, then looked at her, "I love girls."
"I like them too." Victoria popped another piece of orange in her mouth, her face scrunching up from the sourness.
Alexander laughed, put down the fork, and hugged her again. "If it's a girl, let's call her Strawberry as her nickname."
"Why?" Victoria lay in his arms, looking up at him.
"Because you like them," Alexander said.
She did love strawberries.
"What do you like?" Victoria asked.
Alexander looked at her and said, "Me? I like Victoria."
"Why are you like this?" Victoria was a bit helpless.
He was always confessing his love. She covered her face with her hands, not wanting him to see her blushing.
Alexander, however, took her hands away, kissed her forehead, and then lightly kissed her on her lips. "We're a married couple. If we can't even say we like each other, who else can?"
Victoria suddenly couldn't think of an answer.
"Let go of the things that scare you, so we can live our lives well, don't you think?" Alexander held her and gently comforted her.
Victoria thought for a moment, then sighed while holding his hand, and after a long time, she whimsically murmured, "Don't force me."
"Got it, I love you," He didn't force her, but quickly said those words.
He couldn't help it, nor did he want to.
Victoria felt a lump in her throat, a bit choked up.
Looking into Alexander's eyes, she felt that his love was about to overflow.
She thought, it must be real, and she couldn't help but kiss him.
Jenny stood not far away with a tray of coffee. She had intended to bring the coffee over, but seeing the couple so harmonious, she didn't want to disturb them. After thinking for a moment, she turned and went back.
That feeling of peaceful times was so rare for Alexander and Victoria.
Seeing them cherish each other so much, it felt like even the winter had become warmer.
Isabella parked her car in front of the Montgomery Mansion.
The door was still locked.
Inside, she could see the lights were on from a distance.
She immediately called her nanny, but the nanny only said, "Mr. Montgomery is living here now, Ms. Montgomery, you've been kicked out."
"What?" Isabella was puzzled, then saw a car coming out from inside.
Arthur, who she once had beaten up, drove out in a shabby tricycle, tossed three suitcases on the ground, and said indifferently, "Here's your stuff. Go ahead and call the police if you want, but this time no one can help you."
"What?" Isabella said.
"Goodbye," Arthur said, then drove the shabby tricycle back inside. The door quickly closed behind him as he went further in.
And she was still standing outside.
Isabella suddenly thought of Naomi, feeling that this must have something to do with her. Then she called her.
"They hired a lawyer to force me to divorce," Naomi said.
"What the hell is going on?" Isabella was anxious.
"Come to my apartment, we'll talk face to face." Naomi hung up.
Isabella could only get in the car, but looking at the mansion inside, she couldn't bear the thought of losing it.
As for the suitcases on the ground, she didn't touch them.
She wouldn't take things thrown out by others, even if they were hers.
But she didn't expect that just as her car drove a little further, she saw a stray dog running towards her suitcases, touching them with its dirty paws and licking them with its tongue.
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