Chapter 772 Ms. Bryant is not as much of a buzzkill as you are
After a long, passionate kiss, Alexander said, "I probably won't be back. After I'm done, I need to hang out with Ms. Bryant for a bit."
A few minutes later, it was Victoria and Strawberry left in the suite. Before leaving, Alexander placed Strawberry next to her. Victoria quietly looked at Strawberry, her lips swollen from kisses, and there were several kiss marks on her neck and shoulders.
His hoarse voice, filled with suppressed frustration, echoed in her mind. She gently patted Strawberry's little head, trying to stay calm.
When Alexander arrived at the banquet, most of the guests had already left. Only a few VIPs remained, sitting at the best spot by the window, chatting.
The VIPs weren't just there to congratulate Alexander on his new daughter; it was more like a business gathering for them.
Everything else had been cleared away except for their table. The banquet hall manager personally poured their wine and stood by attentively.
"Why didn't you bring Mrs. Harrington down for us to meet?" one of the guests asked.
Alexander smiled. "Her back was acting up, and Strawberry was a bit fussy. Maybe next time."
The marks on his neck were quite visible, and everyone smiled knowingly, moving on to other topics.
The conversation lasted until 2:30 AM.
After ensuring the VIPs were settled, Benjamin approached Alexander and asked, "Did you do that on purpose?"
Alexander, visibly tired, looked up. "What?" he responded, though he knew exactly what Benjamin meant.
Benjamin raised an eyebrow, still staring at the marks. Alexander simply smiled and said nothing, his silence speaking volumes.
"You're really cunning. I'm heading out. We'll talk tomorrow." Benjamin waved and left.
Alexander stood at the door for a while, watching Benjamin's car disappear into the night. The cold air bit at his skin, and the entrance was eerily silent.
Oh, and she also wanted him to reissue the Divorce Decree.
Alexander lit a cigarette, the glow illuminating his contemplative face. As he thought about Victoria's flight, he laughed at himself, then turned and walked back inside, feeling a deep sense of desolation.
Her flight was at 8 AM on the 29th. She had prepared everything meticulously—by the morning of the 29th, she would leave the villa, but no one would know she was leaving for good. She really could leave even Strawberry behind.
As Alexander stepped into the elevator, the slight smile on his face faded into a look of grim determination.
The next morning, when Victoria opened her eyes, Strawberry was no longer by her side. She instinctively sat up and saw a tall figure suddenly appear.
Alexander came out of the bathroom, drying his hair, and looked at her. "You're awake."
"When did you come back? Where's Strawberry?"
"Strawberry is with my mom. With the New Year approaching, the elders thought it would be livelier for Strawberry to be at the Harrington Mansion."
Victoria looked at him quietly, her heart was in turmoil. Despite her inner conflict, she thought it was okay; she could still visit the Harrington Mansion in the next few days.
Alexander thought of something and suddenly said, "My hand is a bit tired. Can you help me blow-dry my hair?"
"What's wrong with your hand?" She asked in confusion, her eyes already on his hand.
Alexander walked back to the bathroom and said, "I don't know, my fingers just feel numb."
Victoria thought, numb fingers might be a sign of a bad neck, right? Could he have cervical spondylosis?
Alexander brought out the hairdryer, plugged it in, and handed it to her.
Victoria took it, watching him sit on the edge of the bed. She was just finding a comfortable position but then deliberately knelt behind him.
Alexander couldn't help but ask, "Are you kneeling?"
Victoria actually heard him but pretended not to, turning on the hairdryer and blowing his hair haphazardly. But then she thought she might mess up his hairstyle, so she slowed down.
Alexander sat there still, focusing on her fingers gently caressing his hair. The image of her kissing his throat last night flashed before his eyes. Her lips had been so soft, soft enough to make anyone daydream, and his breathing became more restrained.
Last night, he had really wanted to be intimate with her on the bed, but with Strawberry there and people waiting at the banquet hall, he held back.
But now?
The guests were gone, Strawberry was taken away, and it was just the two of them in this large room. Alexander's heart was racing with the thoughts.
Meanwhile, unaware of Alexander's thoughts, Victoria finished blow-drying his hair and instinctively tidied it a bit, softly saying, "Done."
"Thanks," Alexander said, suddenly standing up.
Victoria didn't pay much attention, thinking he was going to do something else, and bent down to unplug the hairdryer. Alexander suddenly turned around and also reached to unplug it, just as Victoria's fingertips touched it. One was standing and bending over, the other kneeling and bending over, their eyes met unexpectedly.
They didn't know whose heart started pounding first, the rapid rhythm echoing the tension between them. More importantly, they quickly noticed the love bites and bite marks they had left on each other the night before.
Victoria immediately withdrew her hand and slowly straightened up.
Alexander unplugged the hairdryer and stood up, but the hairdryer was in her hand while the wire was in his.
Victoria awkwardly handed him the hairdryer without looking up.
Alexander didn't take it immediately; he just looked down at her.
"You..." Before she could finish, her vision went black, her head was held, and she was forced to tilt her head up, her lips instantly enveloped by his thin lips.
Her lips still hurt, and the wetter they got, the more they hurt.
Alexander kissed her with increasing force. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but Alexander's warm palm moved from the back of her head to her back, holding her as she slowly fell down.
When Victoria landed on the soft bed, her face turned red as if it was about to drip blood. How did she end up lying down? And he was still kissing her, from her lips to her neck, her ears, and then down. She felt like her skin was burning.
"My love, my wife," He suddenly murmured, his hand lifting her clothes.
Victoria's mind buzzed. Wife? She came to her senses, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her, and asked, "Are you crazy?"
The intimate atmosphere was abruptly interrupted.
Alexander suddenly felt a twinge of annoyance. Did she actually call him crazy? He was just a normal man with a normal desire for his wife.
"Enough," he said sharply, grabbing her above the knee. "Don't say another word."
Victoria was alarmed. "Didn't you see Ms. Bryant last night?"
"So what? Now I want you."
"No, Alexander, no."
"Ms. Bryant isn't as difficult as you. Can you say anything else besides saying such mood-killing words?" He was burning with anger, almost furious.
She kept saying no. "Go find someone who will listen to you."
Alexander was stunned.
"Go on," Victoria said, her anger rising. She thought any woman would be furious hearing such terrible words from her ex-husband.
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