Chapter 805 Official
Alexander kissed her again, each kiss more intense than the last.
Victoria felt a sense of impending doom, as if she was about to be devoured.
Later, Alexander came out of the bathroom after a shower, annoyed, and said, "You could have told me earlier."
Victoria had learned her lesson this time and didn't say a word.
The less said, the fewer mistakes.
Seeing her so stubborn, Alexander immediately got back into bed, pulled her into his arms, and murmured, "Does your abdomen hurt? Do you want some warm milk?"
Victoria still didn't speak, and then she heard him mumble in her ear, "You're driving me crazy."
She remained silent until he bit her neck again, and she whimpered, "Alexander, it hurts."
Could he stop biting her?
Her skin was made of flesh, not concrete.
"I want you to feel the pain, so you know how crazy I am."
"You've lost your mind!"
Victoria suddenly turned to him.
Alexander frowned, "What?"
"Otherwise, why do you like biting people so much?"
"It's none of your business."
Alexander held her tightly, feeling both love and hate. He wanted to fuck her hard, but Victoria was on her period.
He could only hold her tighter and tighter. Although Victoria whimpered in pain and protested, she didn't curse him again.
"Do you know that as long as we are still intimate, you can't divorce me?"
"What?"
Victoria was stunned.
"As long as there are marks on your body from our lovemaking."
He said.
"As long as I can prove we still have feelings for each other."
Alexander added.
Victoria's head buzzed.
Why did she suddenly have a bad feeling?
She looked at him again, and Alexander smiled but didn't say anything more.
Victoria then remembered that it wasn't just her who knew when to stay silent; Alexander himself was also a man of few words when it came to important matters.
So, when she submitted the divorce papers, he would do something, just as the Attorney and Olivia had predicted.
Victoria was puzzled and couldn't help but call out to him as calmly as possible, "Alexander."
"I'm here."
Alexander held her, responding closely.
'Why don't you agree to the divorce?'
She remembered his answer: because of Strawberry.
So she didn't ask again because that answer was unconvincing.
But what else could it be?
Victoria couldn't help but mock herself internally. She had thought Alexander had feelings for her.
But was that tiny bit of affection worth him giving up the vibrant world outside to stay in the marriage with her?
And more importantly, whether he intended to or not, she didn't want to be entangled with him anymore.
After all this time, he could still come to her with another woman's perfume on him. She couldn't find any reason to continue loving him.
In a marriage, if a woman didn't get respect from a man, it was better to have none at all.
His provocations worked.
But the effect was her resistance, her firm resolve to divorce.
The next morning, Victoria woke up with a splitting headache.
Besides her head, her throat and one side of her neck also hurt.
She was listless, her shoulders drooping as she slumped into the bathroom, each step heavy and dragging.
But as she gradually saw herself in the mirror, she immediately perked up.
She used to think that her sore throat was due to a fever.
But after seeing the marks on her neck in the mirror, she finally understood why she was in so much pain she could barely speak.
Last night, Alexander...
Victoria sighed dejectedly, too tired to even cry.
'Bastard.'
She cursed him in her heart. When she heard footsteps, she weakly glanced at the mirror again. Alexander walked in from outside, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and seeing her so dejected, he said softly, "We didn't do anything last night. You look like this will make people misunderstand."
Victoria didn't want to talk to him and just rolled her eyes before looking for her toothbrush and toothpaste.
"We have guests."
Alexander suddenly said softly.
Victoria squeezed the toothpaste, then slowly looked up at the mirror, where Alexander was leaning on her shoulder. "What guests?"
Her voice was hoarse and unclear.
He smiled ingratiatingly, "Just two understanding guests. You brush your teeth first."
He was unhurried.
Victoria couldn't help but stare at him for a few seconds. She almost couldn't resist going out to see.
But her hair was a mess, her eyelids heavy, and she looked lifeless.
Meeting guests required a good appearance.
Victoria felt something was off but decided to wash up first.
As she washed, she wondered who it could be.
Understanding guests?
Olivia?
Olivia came without contacting her first?
Even if it was Olivia, who could the other person be?
It couldn't be Edward, right?
Did they come over for breakfast?
No matter how much she thought about it, she never expected what it was.
Alexander stood by, quietly waiting for her to finish washing up, then handed her a towel.
Victoria couldn't help but scrutinize him again as she took it.
He smiled, "It's okay, no rush."
Victoria lowered her eyes, feeling puzzled as she wiped her face. She inadvertently saw his reflection in the mirror.
Alexander was wearing black trousers and a white shirt, looking clean and neat, even a bit elegant.
Damn it, it was just a reflection.
Victoria lowered her eyes again, blaming herself for overthinking, but she couldn't help feeling uneasy.
After she wiped her face, he handed her skincare products, from eye cream to serum, without missing a step.
Victoria felt uneasy being served by him in the bathroom.
She didn't know why, but she felt uneasy.
"What kind of guests?"
Victoria asked again.
"Go change your clothes first."
Alexander said.
Victoria didn't hesitate because she wanted to see who the guests were as soon as possible.
She was tired of his secrecy.
As she changed, he reminded her, "Dress formally."
"Okay."
Victoria instinctively agreed.
She initially picked a shirt and black pants, but because he was wearing a white shirt, she chose a ladylike pale yellow one to avoid looking like they were wearing matching outfits.
When she saw him still watching as she took off her pajamas, she took them into the bathroom, shut him out, and changed inside.
Alexander leaned against the door, smiling. In less than five minutes, she came out.
Alexander looked at her, "My wife looks more beautiful every day."
Victoria felt a bit happy hearing that and couldn't help but mutter as she walked, "You didn't bring clients home, did you?"
The word "home" was key.
Alexander suddenly pulled her at the door, opened it a crack, and hugged her, laughing softly, "Didn't you file for divorce?"
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