Chapter 718 Her Waist and Back Are No Longer as Soft as Before
"Let go of me!"
Victoria had barely shouted when she was yanked off the ground and dropped.
Next thing she knew, she was clinging to Alexander's shoulder, her voice all panicky, "Alexander Harrington!"
Alexander grabbed her by the knees, hoisted her up, and headed for the car.
He knew if he really let go, she'd freak out.
Hearing her call his name like that still gave him chills.
With a stern face, he quickly carried her to the car, plopped her down, and lifted her under her armpits to get her in. Victoria winced in pain from her waist, but luckily, he stopped soon, and she sat there steady. When she opened her eyes, she saw him glaring at her with pure disgust.
She felt a wave of panic, her breath catching in her throat.
Alexander didn't say a word, just stared at her now much thinner face, her short hair, and then silently tilted his head up.
Snowflakes fell on both of their heads, his tall frame leaning towards her. Victoria held her breath; she couldn't back up any further. Her waist and back were no longer as flexible as before.
In the dim light, Alexander suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Didn't you like watching the snow?"
Victoria's eyes instantly welled up, tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
It felt like a year ago. If Isabella hadn't kidnapped Eloise to threaten her, they might still be a happy couple now.
Of course, that love was just a mirage.
Because unless he stopped loving Isabella, but he never did.
Isabella had tried multiple times to ruin her reputation and take her life, and Alexander had only ever given Isabella a slap on the wrist.
She should've realized long ago that he must've loved Isabella without even knowing it.
Victoria couldn't even see him clearly anymore; she didn't want to freeze to death here watching the snow with him.
Alexander raised his hand and wiped away her tears.
A tear fell on her lips, and Alexander's hand hovered at the corner of her mouth, hesitating to touch it. He even wanted to taste her tears, wondering if they were salty or bitter today.
Victoria felt the warmth in his palm, almost unchanged from before. She even saw a pained illusion in his eyes.
Why was he doing this? He didn't need to put on a show for her anymore.
They were divorced and now they were fighting for custody of their daughter.
"Now tell me. Are you really together with Adrian?"
Alexander suddenly spoke again.
Victoria snapped back to reality. She and Adrian?
"That has nothing to do with you."
She said hoarsely.
"How could it not? You're still Strawberry's mother."
"I won't let Strawberry stay with you."
She knew his game.
He brought her back here, saying it was to watch the snow with her, wiping her tears, but he didn't care about her. He just wanted to trick her into saying what he wanted to know.
Once he found out she had something with Adrian, he'd have more ammo to take Strawberry away.
Victoria thought to herself, 'That was close; I almost fell for his trap again.'
The warmth that had just risen in Alexander's eyes immediately cooled. He looked at her and smiled, then while wiping her tears, he murmured, "Darling, you've made yourself like this. What do you have to fight me for Strawberry?"
His gentle words shattered her defenses.
Victoria's heart was pounding like a drum, staring at him in disbelief.
But she quickly got a grip because she knew his true colors: strong, bossy, and always hiding a dagger behind that smile.
She looked into his smiling eyes and suddenly grinned too. She mimicked him, gently cupping his face, saying, "I never thought our marriage would crash and burn like this. But, honey, I'm ready to go down swinging."
Alexander's eyes turned icy. He hadn't expected her to call him honey and throw such harsh words.
She smiled as sweet as ever, and he smiled back, "I'm afraid you don't have what it takes to go toe-to-toe with me."
"It might be a long shot, but I gotta try, right?"
Victoria said softly.
Alexander didn't say another word. He just stood there, lit a cigarette, and then turned to her, saying, "Get down."
Victoria was stunned for a moment, then said in a soft tone, "I can't move."
Alexander looked at her and couldn't help but chuckle. Victoria also smiled.
The more her heart ached, the more beautiful her smile seemed.
Alexander raised his hand to brush the snow off her head, then grabbed her slender legs and pulled her down. She quickly slid down, landing right against his abs.
His body was as solid as ever, clearly still hitting the gym.
Victoria said nothing; she couldn't move anyway.
They were practically hugging.
His hands gripped her waist and legs, her hands defensively holding his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist.
A flash of pain crossed Alexander's eyes, then he lowered his gaze with a smile and carried her down from the car hood.
After all, he had put her up there.
"If you fall, don't expect me to catch you."
He said lightly, then carried Victoria to the passenger seat.
What he really meant was that he hoped she would hold him a little tighter.
But she was in so much pain she was trembling, barely holding her legs up.
Alexander's arm around her waist made her feel much warmer in less than a minute, but the pain didn't ease up.
If she stayed the same, she might have even less chance of getting custody of Strawberry.
So, she might have to find another way..
She didn't expect that Alexander hadn't left.
She smelled the familiar scent of his shampoo and continued softly, "Mom called and said Strawberry is hungry."
"By the time you get back, it'll be too late. Strawberry should have been fed formula and put to sleep by now."
Victoria thought, 'Is it my fault?'
She should have been at the Harrington Mansion long ago, if not for him suddenly stopping the car, dragging things out, and...
Alexander looked at her small face, his Adam's apple moving uncomfortably.
How had she spent these four hundred days?
"If I said I was drunk and couldn't drive, and had to crash here for the night, what would you do?"
"I'd close the car door, climb into the driver's seat, and drive back myself."
Victoria quickly answered.
Alexander said with a faint smile, "You really are cold."
"Yep."
She smiled back at him.
Coldness might be a required course in their lives.
What they didn't learn in school, they would learn in the real world.
Did they think the bloody scenes on TV were fake?
Not necessarily, after all, she had lived it.
Alexander looked at the seatbelt, reached over, and buckled it for her. Then, with a restrained, hoarse voice, he said, "Now you can't leave."
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