Chapter 774 Men Always Distinguish Between Desire and Life
Victoria's misty eyes locked onto Alexander, filled with a mixture of sadness and longing. She knew the love between them was long gone. Now, it was all about keeping Strawberry close. No matter how fiery their love had been, it was history.
'Men always seem to separate desire from life so clearly, we are already...' she thought. Victoria sighed and looked down at Strawberry, realizing that her own heart was no different when things came to Strawberry.
She held Strawberry, kissed her forehead gently, and couldn't stop glancing at Alexander. His cold, arrogant demeanor sent shivers down her spine, even though she was wearing his coat.
What was that saying again? Taking something that wasn't yours only brought endless bitterness after a moment of sweetness.
Victoria looked down at Strawberry, hoping their future together would be bright. They had faced death to be together, and now they lived with such positivity.
As the car arrived at the Harrington Mansion, Alexander brought Victoria into the house, carrying Strawberry.
Everyone gathered around, eager to kiss Strawberry. But when Eloise and Arabella saw Victoria in her pajamas and slippers, they rushed to her. Eloise asked, worried, "Victoria, what's going on? Why are you dressed like this?"
"It's nothing, Grandma. I just rushed back to soak in the New Year's vibe with Grandma."
The New Year's atmosphere was indeed lively, so Eloise almost believed her. But she couldn't ignore Victoria's red eyes.
Eloise's heart ached as she held Victoria's hand and softly said, "Let's go buy out the mall and spend all of Alexander's money."
Alexander pretended not to hear, focusing on handing Strawberry to the housekeeper.
"You should go upstairs and change. Your back isn't great, and you'll catch a cold like this," Arabella said gently, taking Victoria's hand and leading her towards the stairs.
As they moved, Alexander's casual voice came from behind, "Is the elevator broken?"
The maid replied, "Mr. Alexander Harrington, the elevator's fine. We just rarely use it."
"Alright, I thought it was broken," he said indifferently, but his eyes couldn't help but follow Victoria.
Arabella glanced at him, then pulled Victoria. "Let's use the elevator. It might stop working if we don't use it regularly."
"Okay," Victoria agreed instantly, feeling a chill that reached from her toes to her heart.
After Victoria went upstairs to change, Arabella quickly came back down and walked straight to Alexander. "Didn't I tell you to comfort her? Why does she look so worn out?"
"Mom, please, this isn't something you need to worry about," Alexander replied, irritation evident in his voice.
He had tried to comfort her, but every time he did, she accused him of having ulterior motives, thinking he just wanted to satisfy his desires. He...
"How can I not be worried?" Arabella's voice trembled with frustration. "Look at what you've done to such a good girl. Now the whole family is trying to keep her for you, and we've all become the bad guys. Do you even realize that?"
"So what? Should Strawberry lose her mother? Or should Strawberry go back to Elysium Country with her?" Alexander shot back.
"Why do you always have to raise your voice at me?" Arabella was so angry but had no solution, patting Alexander's shoulder twice before turning to Eloise for support.
Eloise, who had been quietly observing the exchange, sighed and settled back on the sofa. "Alexander, calm down. This isn't helping anyone," she said, glancing at Strawberry in the cradle beside her.
Strawberry wasn't a fan of lying down anymore; she needed to be rocked to stay happy, or she'd try to climb out.
Looking at Strawberry, Eloise couldn't help but say, "I wonder how your dad, with his awful temper, ended up with such a cute little one like you. Must be from your mom. She was a cutie too." She thought of little Victoria and her sweet demeanor, which was now rarely seen."Let's not go out today. Let's invite people over to liven up the house," Maximus suggested, noticing Victoria's poor health.
Arabella agreed, "Her fingers were ice-cold when I touched them. We shouldn't go out. Mason, have the cooks make some chicken soup for Victoria."
"Okay," Mason replied.
After giving instructions, Arabella turned around, but Alexander was no longer in the living room.
"Where did he go?" she asked.
"He went upstairs," Maximus reminded her.
Arabella glanced at Maximus, then couldn't help but look upstairs. After a few seconds, she whispered to Brett and Eloise, "Mom, Dad, do you think they might be expecting another baby?"
Arabella couldn't help but think of the hickeys on their necks and Victoria's chapped lips, likely bitten by Alexander.
Brett and Eloise exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with excitement.
"Strawberry is only a few months old, and Victoria had a C-section. It shouldn't be that soon," Maximus reminded them.
"Remind your son that Victoria can't handle much right now. He should think about contraception instead of his own pleasure," Eloise whispered to Maximus.
Maximus's face turned red with embarrassment, but he maintained his composure. "I understand."
Arabella couldn't help but laugh at Maximus's shy expression. Maximus was always serious, and those words would barely come out of his mouth. Today was so unusual.
But seriously, Victoria wasn't fit for another pregnancy now, maybe in a couple of years.
When Alexander returned to the room, it looked like no one was there. Soon, the bathroom door opened.
Victoria came out after washing up, wearing a thick turtleneck sweater and long pants.
Alexander saw her and didn't intend to look much, but even in such ordinary attire, she was so exquisite and beautiful that he couldn't help himself.
If she initially liked him for his looks, then what did he like about her? Probably the same.
At first, they were continuously attracted to each other's appearance. But over time, their attraction evolved into something deeper and indescribable.
Back then, he had no idea what kind of emotion it was. And she... she once drunkenly confessed that she had loved him from the very beginning.
The past was vivid, starting from when she got drunk and being playful in his arms.
As Victoria gently closed the door and saw him standing at the entrance for so long, she softly asked, "Do you need something?"
"The kitchen is making chicken soup. Do you want to have it upstairs or downstairs?"
"I'll go downstairs," Victoria answered with her head down, then walked towards the door.
She had no temper for him at this moment, just hoping for fewer entanglements.
Alexander stood at the door, watching her approach, seeing her lips, which he had bitten, now covered with a thick layer of lipstick. He frowned. "You..."
"What?" Victoria looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
"It looks... different."
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