Chapter 852 It's Just That The One You Can Dedicate Your Life to Is Called Isabella
"I can."
"Of course you can, but the one you can dedicate your life to is called Isabella."
Alexander's vision gradually grew dimmer.
But Victoria became more and more clear-headed.
She looked at him, choking up, but rationally said, "And I am Victoria."
"We can't be together anymore. All the good things that ended that day no longer exist."
He silently looked at her.
In the cozy living room, which wasn't very spacious, it gradually became quiet.
Alexander voluntarily let go of her, lowering his head to hide the expression in his eyes, only his sexy Adam's apple moving with sadness.
Victoria also lowered her eyes, sitting properly while clutching her hands, still rationally whispering, "Even if you still have feelings for me, Alexander, let's get a divorce."
After Victoria finished speaking, it took her a while to muster the courage to look at him again.
Alexander had already slowly leaned back into the sofa, looking at her with a faint smile, "No divorce."
His voice was light but still so determined.
Victoria just stared at him blankly, almost forgetting to breathe.
She couldn't understand why he was so determined about this matter.
Victoria looked at him, gradually getting lost in her thoughts, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.
Alexander touched her hair, his eyes filled with helplessness and indulgence, softly saying, "We will never get a divorce."
"I will continue to appeal. We can only go through legal procedures."
"Do whatever you want. I'll accompany you, but darling, the result will be the same."
Alexander was still touching her hair and kissed her before she could react.
Victoria was startled, but before she could lift her head to avoid it, he cupped her face and sealed her lips tightly.
Soon, she felt her body slowly falling backward, sinking.
Then his strong body was on top of hers, and he kissed her again, teasing her lips and tongue.
Not long after, he groaned with difficulty, extremely patient yet restrained.
Victoria bit his tongue.
'Who told him to keep sticking it in?'
Victoria had thought he would be very angry, but after slowly letting go of him, he slightly lifted her, then looked at her and smiled.
Victoria suddenly had a bad premonition, quickly wanting to push him away, but her hands were immediately gripped tightly and pressed into the sofa.
He remained silent, kissing her fiercely, with a wild and commanding intensity.
Victoria felt her lips hurting, the pain spreading to her ears.
Alexander reached a hand under her waist, holding her in place, then slowed down the kiss, moving from her lips to her chin to her delicate, even fragrant neck.
Alexander couldn't help but suck on it; he liked her thin skin there, always ready to bear his mark.
Victoria could only hum lightly in pain.
The master bedroom had Strawberry, and the guest bedroom had the bodyguard, Eve.
Victoria accidentally saw the light in the guest bedroom flicker and immediately whispered, "Alexander, stop, Eve is awake."
"What?"
"She might need to use the bathroom."
Alexander was still holding Victoria's wrists, but he lifted his head to look at her.
He saw her shy and anxious look, then glanced at the guest bedroom, then looked back at her, "I don't care."
"Please."
"Let's go to the car."
"What?"
"Anyway, I must make love to you tonight."
He murmured, his gaze very determined.
Victoria just silently looked at him, almost unable to breathe, and softly said, "Let go of me first, I need to go to the bathroom, too."
"Vicky, lying just makes things messier."
Victoria lowered her eyes, his words making her face hot.
'Who talks so ambiguously when they want a divorce?'
She was at a loss, only softly muttering, "I'm not lying."
"Then I'll go with you."
Then, the two of them returned to the master bedroom.
As soon as they entered the room, Eve sneaked out to the bathroom outside.
Victoria entered the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but quickly ran towards the bed.
Alexander, afraid of waking Strawberry, gently closed the door, then turned to see Victoria already holding Strawberry, pretending to sleep.
Alexander sighed helplessly, slowly walking over, then looking down at Victoria holding Strawberry helplessly.
Victoria squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.
But why, even after all this, did he still get on the bed?
Did he think of her as a body pillow?
"Victoria, you owe me this."
Before sleeping, he whispered in her ear.
The next morning, the doorbell rang.
Victoria went to open the door and was a bit surprised to see Diana, but quickly composed herself and said, "Please come in."
Diana walked in, holding a teddy bear toy, obviously for Strawberry.
Victoria closed the door, turned to see her walking in, and sighed helplessly, then composed herself and followed, "Have a seat."
"You live in a place like this!"
Diana stood in the center, looking around and then at the ceiling.
"Yes."
Victoria guessed her visit was all about Alexander.
"No wonder that woman said you play the victim well, you do look quite pitiful."
Diana muttered again.
"What?"
Victoria didn't hear clearly, looking at Diana in confusion.
Diana shook her head, "Nothing, is Alexander in? Did you hire a nanny to cook?"
"That should be..."
"Never mind, no need to explain. Since you're already a rich lady, why would you cook yourself?"
Diana said, about to see which one the nanny was, but as soon as she entered, she was stunned to see the figure in a white shirt and black trousers.
"Ms. Harrington, do I look like a nanny?"
Alexander didn't even lift his eyes, calmly asking while making toast.
"Why are you cooking? Victoria, how can you make Alexander your nanny?"
Diana was agitated, immediately turning to Victoria to question her.
Victoria was caught off guard. She didn't expect Diana's topic to change so quickly.
Alexander sighed helplessly, in a very light tone, "Don't shout, I do it willingly, begging her to let me cook. Does that make sense to you?"
Not only was Diana silent, but even Victoria was taken aback by what she heard.
Alexander just glanced at Victoria, then turned off the stove, took out the toasted bread, and placed it on the table.
"Why are you still standing there? We have a guest, add a glass of milk."
Alexander said while dividing the plates.
Victoria hesitated, wondering if he was talking to her.
So naturally, as if they were still married.
Alexander didn't hear a response, so he turned, his gaze fixed intently on Victoria.
"Okay."
Victoria snapped out of it, quickly grabbing an extra cup to pour milk.
Diana felt like she couldn't move, slowly walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair to sit down, her eyes filled with tears, looking at Alexander with a grievance, softly saying, "Why are you so humble? You don't owe her anything."
"I don't owe her, but I need a wife," Alexander said.
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