Chapter 786 In the Evening, He Kicked Her Out of The Car Again
"Mr. Harrington, your phone."
Alfred came running out in a hurry.
Alexander continued to look at Victoria, wanting a clear answer from her.
He wanted to know how she could abandon him and Strawberry.
How could she be so heartless?
Wasn't she afraid that Strawberry would hate her, resent her, or even refuse to acknowledge her as a mother in the future?
"You should take the phone first. It's windy outside, and Alfred might catch a cold."
Victoria gently reminded him.
Alexander immediately took the phone and then closed the car door.
But Alfred still knocked on the window.
Alexander, annoyed, opened the window and tried to restrain himself, "What else do you need?"
"Happy New Year, Mr. and Mrs. Harrington."
Alfred bent over, smiling at the people inside the car.
Victoria quickly smiled at Alfred and said, "Happy New Year to you too, Alfred. See you next year."
"See you next year."
Alfred was pleased.
As Alfred walked away, frequently looking back as if reluctant to leave them, Victoria turned her gaze, "I can only take you to the city, then I'll get a cab to the airport. And don't forget to give Alfred their New Year gifts tomorrow."
"You still haven't answered my question."
"If you need a reason, it's that I'm tired. I want to live a relaxed life. Without you all, I might return to the happiest times of my past."
Victoria said while driving.
Alexander's expression grew darker as he listened.
He suddenly said, "Stop the car."
Victoria indeed stopped the car. He got out, and she had to get out too.
Seeing him walking over angrily, she couldn't help but step aside and cautiously look at him. "Alexander..."
"Go wherever you want. I can't arrange a special flight for you."
He got back in the car, slammed the door shut, and quickly drove away.
Victoria stood there, quietly watching the car disappear.
The wind and snow battered her thin frame, and she suddenly thought, 'Is my bag in the car?'
Victoria stood there for a while, even though the car quickly disappeared.
She felt that Alexander's coldness was very hurtful.
He was so heartless.
She felt very confused, but her cold hands instinctively reached into her coat pocket and suddenly felt a bit of joy.
Yeah, her phone was in her pocket.
But at this time, everyone was probably having dinner. Who could she call?
She looked again at the place where the car had disappeared, then silently looked at her contacts and turned to walk back.
Victoria, of course, called a cab.
Sometimes she felt that ordering takeout or taking a cab on major holidays might delay people from celebrating, but everyone needs to make a living, right? Maybe they were happy to do more business at this time?
Everything has its pros and cons.
Just like her and Alexander.
Even though they ended up like this, both lost.
But they had Strawberry.
Thinking of Strawberry's quiet little face made her very happy.
"Hello, I'm at..."
Victoria hadn't finished speaking when a car suddenly stopped in front of her.
"Sorry."
She was startled but quickly regained her composure, apologized to the cab driver on the phone, and hung up.
Alexander parked the car, and rolled down the window, "Your bag."
Victoria glanced at it, leaned forward slightly, quickly reached out, and softly said, "Thank you."
She was shocked; she wasn't as composed as she thought.
He had once warmed her heart, but now...
She didn't dare look at him more. After taking the bag, she lowered her head and said nothing.
Alexander didn't look at her either. The window quickly closed, and the car turned around.
Victoria stepped aside, stood for a while, then remembered she shouldn't stop, or he might think she wanted to get in his car.
She stiffly turned around and continued to walk back quietly.
The car didn't move. She even suspected that Maximus's car was broken down by Alexander.
She looked back, then continued walking forward.
Night had fallen completely.
He could still see Victoria's figure in the rearview mirror.
This road by the sea was perfect for fireworks, and there were many behind her.
But she didn't dare look back, and he just coldly stared at the rearview mirror.
She could have gotten in the car, but she chose to leave.
Alexander's grip on the steering wheel tightened. Yeah, he needed a reason, an excuse.
At this time, she could only go back to Rockland Street, Eve and Frank...
No, even if they were always available, it wouldn't work.
Alexander stared straight at Victoria's figure, his expression growing colder. Soon, the car started to reverse.
Her small figure became clearer, and then he saw her pitiful face.
She sensed a car following her and turned around in fright.
Then she quickly turned back and kept stepping aside.
Alexander stopped the car, and rolled down the window again, "Get in the car."
She had her back to him. Alexander glanced outside and saw her hand raised.
Was she crying?
What right did she have to cry?
Why didn't she apologize first?
She could have relied on him, could have been in a warm place, but she chose to be alone...
Victoria turned around but didn't intend to face his car. Weak but stubborn, she said, "Thank you, but no."
She said this and continued walking forward with her bag.
Alexander took a deep breath, sneered, and after a while, got out of the car.
Victoria heard the car door and turned around, stopping.
Alexander saw her looking at him both scared and defensive.
"I told you to get in the car."
"I don't need to. I can take care of myself."
"How will you take care of yourself? Let everyone know tomorrow morning that the Harrington family's mistress spent New Year's in a small apartment on Rockland Street?"
Victoria was stunned.
How would everyone know?
She was alone, and although she was tall, it shouldn't alarm so many people.
"You're coming back with me."
"No, Alexander, don't pull me."
When Alexander grabbed her arm, Victoria immediately felt a strong sense of crisis.
"Tonight, no matter what, you're staying at Metro House. Do you understand?"
"Why should I stay at Metro House?"
"Because you're still my wife."
"I'll find a way to get a divorce."
Victoria thought, 'Who wants to be your wife? You're so fierce, so cold, no, so mean.'
Alexander suddenly laughed again, grabbed her wrist, and leaned in, his voice low, "Say that again?"
"I don't want to say it again. Let go of me."
"Do you want me to teach you a lesson right here?"
Alexander suddenly threatened with a strong sense of coercion.
Victoria looked up, panicked, and saw that his eyes were smiling, but something sinister lurked beneath.
"If you don't want me to teach you a lesson, get in the car."
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