Chapter 681 He Has Already Moved On
Later, Orange just plopped herself right on Alexander's lap and wouldn't budge.
Alexander tried to keep a straight face, but he didn't let Edward take her away.
Edward squinted at his daughter, "Is my kid mixing people up?"
"Mixing up who?" Alexander shot back.
"Mixing up her dad."
Edward leaned in to check.
But Orange turned her head and snuggled deeper into Alexander's arms.
Alexander felt a weird twinge in his chest, looked down, and his face got even more serious.
Benjamin had been munching quietly. When Alexander went to the restroom, he turned to Edward, "Why don't you let him watch Orange more often?"
"Why?"
Edward immediately hugged his daughter tighter, like someone was gonna snatch her away.
"If he and Victoria's kid were still alive, that kid would be a few months old now," Benjamin said.
"So what? What's that got to do with Orange? I'm not just gonna hand over my daughter to keep him company," Edward snapped, super protective.
Benjamin chuckled, "Haven't you noticed he's in a way better mood when he's with Orange?"
"Still not happening. What if she really thinks he's her dad?" Edward shot back.
Benjamin just smiled helplessly, then glanced at the door and suddenly went quiet.
He caught a whiff of a familiar smoke scent, probably blown in from the window.
Alexander must be outside the door.
"Remember what you said back then, how old was the little girl Adrian's mom was holding?"
"Not a few months, just..."
Edward mumbled, suddenly looking at Benjamin all confused.
Outside, Alexander was still smoking, looking all broody, his heart heavy.
How could they think Victoria had a kid with him?
She was too messed up back then.
And the doctor's words...
Alexander's face turned ice-cold.
Doctors could lie, too.
Wasn't Isabella's fake terminal illness proof enough?
But he remembered the blood on her, he remembered...
Alexander had already gone downstairs. On the last step, his long legs suddenly stopped.
"Mr. Harrington, done eating?"
A staff member walked by and greeted him, "Need me to call a car for you?"
"Yeah."
He agreed, but he seemed stuck in place.
On the way back, a big screen on the roadside was showing a milk powder ad. The little girl in the ad was holding a bottle, drinking powdered milk, her chubby, cute face...
And then he couldn't sleep the whole night.
He didn't even think about Victoria; his mind was full of that little girl.
He had probably forgotten Victoria completely.
The next day, Alexander went to work as usual. When he saw Janaye looking all grumpy in the office building, he asked, "Who ticked you off?"
"The tickets got canceled."
She mumbled.
Alexander got it and looked away, annoyed, then walked inside.
Janaye quickly followed but split off at the nearby elevator.
Yeah, she could never use the boss's private elevator.
Alexander was irritated as he entered the elevator, really wanting to fire Janaye.
But...
Their love and hate...
He didn't know how many planes had flown past his window that day. He finally turned off his computer, stood up, and walked towards the window with his tall, upright figure.
Alexander had already moved on.
He had let it go.
Alexander stared at the sky, drilling that thought into his head.
Adrian's concert tour was over, and he was back to filming. Victoria...
They definitely weren't together.
Back then, Victoria would've asked anyone to get her out of there.
If she really had a kid, it had to be his.
So, the little girl Adrian's mom called her granddaughter must be someone else's kid.
But why did his chest feel so tight?
He didn't need to see Victoria.
He really didn't need to.
Alexander turned back to his desk.
Yeah, he had work to do.
He'd be super busy, too busy to think about her.
He even wondered if he had a kid, but he didn't think about Victoria anymore.
Didn't that prove she wasn't important to him anymore?
But when night fell, his car was parked in the hospital lot.
That night, Alexander dreamed of Victoria again, staring at him from the house behind the church.
When he woke up, he tried to breathe but felt like he couldn't.
What was he like now?
He lay back down, grabbed his phone, and turned it on, but suddenly, he didn't dare to open the photo album.
He put the phone down and headed to the tennis room alone.
Despite the freezing weather outside, he kept smashing the tennis ball hard.
In less than half an hour, he was drenched in sweat but didn't stop.
It was snowing again.
There seemed to be more snow this year than last year.
But he suddenly hated it, hated every snowy day.
Victoria...
The tennis ball finally fell, and after the sound of it hitting the ground, there was the louder sound of Alexander throwing the racket, followed by his heavy breathing as he stood there.
He tried to catch his breath, then bent down to pick up the racket and the tennis ball, continuing to hit it out.
The snow outside was getting heavier, and his phone rang by the pillow, but he didn't hear it because he wasn't on the same floor.
He kept playing tennis non-stop.
All the love and hate, the past, seemed to be pushed out with that small ball.
"Victoria..."
He kept calling that name, hatingly calling that name, "Victoria..."
Around four in the morning, the tennis room finally quieted down. Alexander went upstairs to take a shower.
"Alexander, it's snowing, come and see. You promised to watch the snow with me, hurry up."
Alexander's tall figure stood under the shower, his eyes misty, but his face full of hatred.
He had promised Victoria, so what?
Hadn't she promised him, too?
Hadn't she promised to be with him forever?
But now...
That tight fist finally swung through the shower, hitting the cold tiles, and then, the sound of the water seemed to disappear, and everything around suddenly became silent.
"I told you, one day I would make you beg me."
"Alexander, I knew you would come to save me. Alexander, I'm so scared. She killed your grandmother. She said she wanted to avenge her parents. She also wanted to frame me for killing your grandmother."
"Victoria, you're doomed."
Those ferocious eyes that wanted to kill her and Alexander's back, which she had stabbed...
The night was too deep, deep enough to chill every bone.
Victoria's misty eyes looked ahead, panting heavily. She slowly raised her hand and finally relaxed a bit.
It was a dream.
Just a dream.
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