Chapter 706 Not to Cross the Line
Alexander hopped out of the car first, throwing a quick look at the passenger side.
Victoria clung to the car door, slowly getting out, her eyes darting inside instinctively.
She didn't spot Strawberry, but she knew it wouldn't be long.
Alexander shot a cold glance and then turned, striding inside with those long legs of his. Victoria shut the car door and trailed behind.
He always walked so fast. But hey, with legs like that, who could blame him?
"Mr. Harrington."
The servants still called him that.
Alexander gave them a nod, handed over his coat, and kept moving inside.
But soon, he heard gasps from behind.
"Mrs. Harrington, is that really Mrs. Harrington?"
Holding Alexander's coat, Jenny looked at Victoria, almost tearing up with excitement.
Alexander paused, his eyes unreadable, making it hard to tell what was on his mind.
But soon, a bunch of people rushed to the door, and he then slowly made his way to the living room.
"Mrs. Harrington, you're back."
"Mrs. Harrington, why do you look so different?"
The staff were all hyped to see her, crowding around to greet her.
Victoria was confused by their address but politely asked, "How have you all been?"
"We're good, but why do you look so worn out?"
They swarmed around her into the living room, and a nanny, with tears in her eyes, touched her hair, saying, "Why is your hair so short?"
"It's super convenient this way. Washing it is quick, and it dries in like two minutes."
Victoria touched the short hair at the back of her head, trying to seem chill.
Alexander stood silently on the side, watching the nanny touch her hair. After a couple of seconds, he lowered his head, sat down, and asked, "Where's Strawberry?"
"She's asleep, Barbara's with her."
Jenny replied.
Another servant immediately asked Victoria, "Should I bring Strawberry down for you to see, Mrs. Harrington?"
"No need, I'll go see her myself."
Victoria couldn't wait and didn't want to sit in the living room with Alexander.
They weren't close anymore, and sitting together would just make things awkward.
"Take her upstairs," Alexander said.
"Okay." Jenny agreed, sensing the tense vibe, and everyone quickly scattered. She led Victoria upstairs, asking in a low voice, "Mrs. Harrington, why have you lost so much weight? Are you still acting?"
"No, I'm not."
"You need to eat more."
"Okay, I know."
"You always just say okay."
Jenny knew she was just agreeing to be polite and felt a bit heartbroken.
Even though there had been rumors about their divorce recently, seeing the couple like this, the staff still felt uneasy.
A year ago, they were super close and lovey-dovey. They hoped the young couple could get back to that.
Victoria went upstairs, ignoring Alexander sitting downstairs. She was led to the nursery and silently looked inside.
The woman taking care of Strawberry, Barbara Smith, looked to be in her thirties, with a neat and attentive vibe.
Hearing the door, she turned to look and then carefully stood up and walked over.
"This is Mrs. Harrington, back from abroad," Jenny told her.
"Hello, Mrs. Harrington."
"Thanks for taking care of my daughter."
Victoria nodded and couldn't help but walk towards the princess bed.
"Barbara, give them some space," Jenny said, stopping Barbara from following.
When Victoria got to the bed, Strawberry's eyes popped open, and she stared at Victoria for a few seconds before flailing her arms and legs, giggling loudly.
Victoria slowly squatted by the bed, smiling through her tears.
She'd only been away from her daughter for a few days, but it felt like forever.
She reached out to gently stroke Strawberry's cheek, her voice barely a whisper, "I missed you so much."
Strawberry reached out for her, and despite her back pain, Victoria quickly tried to pick her up. She finally managed to lift her.
She was so scared of hurting Strawberry, but once she held her, she smiled with relief.
Thank goodness she had taken care of herself; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to hold Strawberry now.
Victoria gently cradled Strawberry, who immediately started snuggling closer.
"I haven't showered yet," she whispered.
But Strawberry didn't seem to care, snuggling even closer.
The two maids stood by, then walked to the front to peek downstairs.
Barbara asked, "Jenny, Mr. Harrington doesn't look too happy, does he?"
"Who knows what's going on with them?" Jenny looked at Alexander, sitting motionless downstairs, puzzled.
She always thought Alexander was waiting for Victoria to come back and that everything would be fine once she did. But why was Alexander still unhappy?
At nine o'clock, the nursery door was gently pushed open. Jenny saw Victoria and Strawberry lying on the bed and softly called, "Mrs. Harrington?"
Victoria slowly opened her eyes and turned to look, "Jenny."
"Mrs. Harrington, dinner's ready. You should come down and eat something before sleeping."
"I'm not hungry."
"Mrs. Victoria Harrington, how can you not be hungry? Mrs. Eloise Harrington already called, saying you came straight here after getting off the plane and didn't have a meal at the Harrington Mansion. Besides, Strawberry still needs to be breastfed; she can't go hungry."
"Okay, I'll come down." Victoria thought Jenny made sense.
She had already showered and changed into clean clothes at home. Wearing slippers, she went downstairs. Jenny was about to take the stairs, but Victoria, feeling exhausted, pulled her, "Let's take the elevator."
"Okay." Jenny agreed and took the elevator with her.
Victoria never used to think the stairs were long, even considering them good exercise. But now, they seemed endless.
She entered the dining room, and the staff immediately served soup.
Victoria saw Alexander already sitting inside, at the head of the table.
She sat in her usual spot, watching him eat, and decided to speak first, "I didn't bring a change of clothes, so I used the ones available here."
"Don't worry, no one else has used them yet," he replied indifferently.
Victoria looked at Alexander's cold demeanor, feeling like he was implying she was worried someone else would use them.
They were divorced; what was there to worry about?
The ring on her finger was no longer their wedding ring.
No matter what, she had long lost the right to meddle.
And she would always remember, he told her not to cross the line.
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