Chapter 827 What Are You Doing in This Cold Guest Room?
"Darling, are you waiting for me?"
Alexander's sexy voice.
Victoria felt a chill run down her spine at his words and looked down. "No."
"Then why are you in this cold guest room?"
Alexander asked seriously.
Victoria was so startled by his dark, scrutinizing eyes that her reaction was delayed. She heard her heart pounding, withdrew her hand from under the pillow, and then slowly sat up. After awkwardly standing up, she cleared her throat, "I, I..."
Alexander made an even more attentive listening gesture.
Victoria saw his long legs getting closer to her. This room was smaller than their master bedroom, and she was in a bad spot to run. Seeing him getting closer with that predatory look, she panicked, "Don't talk like that. You haven't slept here many times either, have you?"
"So, you're saying I haven't slept here enough?"
"How many times do you think I should sleep here?"
Alexander asked her patiently, word by word.
Victoria was even more at a loss for how to respond. She looked at him warily as he approached and instinctively leaned her neck back.
"Starting from now."
Victoria felt her mind was still clear and decided to make a quick escape before he took action.
She had just taken a step forward when his arm easily wrapped around her. Alexander looked down at her, "You were just lying on the bed."
"My back suddenly hurts."
"Really? Then I need to take a closer look."
"No need, I'm already better."
"It got better so quickly; there must be a problem."
Alexander insisted.
Victoria saw his feigned concern and thought for a moment, "Let go of me first."
"Tell me what you're here for. Do you miss me?"
"How could that be? I'm here to find the key."
"What?"
Victoria closed her mouth. How did she let the truth slip out?
She silently berated herself.
Alexander, puzzled, chuckled softly and said, "The master bedroom key is in my pocket."
Victoria was stunned and instinctively looked for his pocket.
"If you find it, I'll give it to you."
Alexander said gently.
Victoria immediately reached her hand into his pocket.
Alexander felt a shiver run up his leg, quickly feeling a bit of a burning sensation.
Her hand was very soft.
The key was indeed in his pocket. She happily took it out, held it up to her eyes, and was even more delighted to find it was the bedroom key.
Seeing her happy expression, Alexander sighed inwardly and immediately picked her up from the ground. "I'll go with you to confirm if it's our bedroom key."
"No need to confirm, it is. I recognize it."
"All the room locks are the same, so the keys are naturally the same."
Victoria suddenly calmed down, only to realize she was being held by him again.
Her breathing suddenly became very restrained. She looked at him and whispered, "Please, Mr. Harrington, put me down."
"No."
Alexander, in a good mood, said as he carried her out.
Victoria suddenly had a sense of crisis, feeling he wasn't going to test the key but to sleep in that bed. She swallowed and thought for a long time before softly saying, "Alexander, we can't sleep together."
"Yeah, I'm used to abstinence every day now."
Sometimes, he wanted to force himself on her, but seeing the scar on her belly, he couldn't bear to continue.
Alexander's expression suddenly turned a bit cold, but he still firmly carried her out of the guest room.
A scream came from a distant room, and Alexander stopped at the door, feeling even more annoyed.
Why did he let those two stay here overnight?
"If they scare Strawberry, I'll make them pay."
Alexander muttered as he carried Victoria into the bedroom.
The bedroom door wasn't even closed, so the key in her hand was useless.
She quietly glanced at Alexander, who was holding her. He had forgotten about testing the key, and even if he remembered, he wouldn't go and test it.
But why was he always so openly sleeping with her?
She thought their marriage was long over, but what about him?
Did he not think so at all?
Did he think they just had a misunderstanding, just a silent treatment?
She didn't understand why he thought so naturally.
"Alexander, I have the right not to sleep in the same bed with you."
"Right denied. I also have the right to sleep in the same bed with my wife."
Victoria stopped talking, turned her head, and ignored him after being put down.
Alexander raised his hand to pinch her chin and patiently reminded her, "Victoria, I am your husband."
"And I am still myself."
Victoria retorted, lowering her eyes and refusing to look at him.
Alexander had no choice but to lean in, pressing his forehead against hers. "Why do you think I'm protecting her?"
"Maybe because the person held isn't me."
Alexander finally fell silent, helplessly moving away from her and leaving the master bedroom.
Victoria still lay there, not moving.
Did she finally hit the mark?
Was that why he left without a word?
Victoria thought that they could just live their separate lives after the divorce. Some things were in the past, but he insisted on holding onto this marriage.
She didn't believe him when he said he hadn't let her go. His claim that he didn't want Strawberry to be raised by a single parent was more believable, but that couldn't stop her determination to get a divorce.
Alexander left the room and saw someone coming out of the nearby door.
Edward's shirt was disheveled, and he looked aggrieved, not caring about the awkwardness.
It was late at night, and the two friends grabbed some drinks and sat at the bar.
Alexander poured Edward a drink. Edward, feeling down, took the drink and mumbled, "I just don't get it. She's just a secretary."
Alexander glanced at him. Edward felt a chill in his throat and quickly explained, "Our situations are different. Victoria is your wife. Whatever you do in the office is appropriate."
Hearing this, Alexander finally poured himself a drink, then sat across from him and asked, "You didn't joke around with her?"
"Of course not. She earned her position as chief secretary. If I had known, I would have always worked with Dad's secretary. It's better than this."
Edward sighed again, feeling aggrieved.
Olivia was convinced he had touched that woman.
She even said he liked older women.
No matter how he explained it now, it was useless. Olivia rarely cried, but tonight, she did.
Edward, feeling stifled, downed his drink in one gulp and mumbled, "I never wanted her to shed tears over such a trivial matter."
Alexander felt a pang in his heart and looked at him with dark eyes. "What?"
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