Chapter 857 I Hate You
"You're so selfish."
Victoria angrily scolded Alexander, then turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Just as she reached the door, her elbow was grabbed. She turned around to see Alexander smiling, and the next instant, her toes lifted off the ground as he scooped her up in his arms.
Was she a kitten or a puppy?
How did he carry her so easily?
"Alexander."
"Let's talk inside."
Alexander interrupted her, carrying her into the bedroom. He turned around and used her foot to close the door.
Victoria's face turned red with anger. "Put me down."
"Right away."
Alexander said as he carried her to the bed.
In such a small bedroom, he reached the foot of her bed in just a few steps.
He gently placed her on the bed, then slowly leaned to her.
Victoria instinctively leaned back, soon unable to support herself and lying down on the bed.
Alexander propped himself up on either side of her arms, his eyes gradually filling with a triumphant smile.
Victoria felt even more ashamed. She didn't mean to invite him to bed.
She was just out of strength.
She didn't expect to be bossed around by him at the company during the day and teased by him at home at night.
"I'm going to sue you."
Victoria muttered angrily.
"Sue me for what?"
He whispered, then kissed her lips.
Victoria's heart pounded. How did she suddenly get kissed?
"For exploiting employees."
Victoria covered her mouth and told him.
Alexander laughed even more happily, lightly kissing the back of her hand. "Alright, I'll hire a lawyer for you. Even though an attorney may be competent, they can't compare to the Harrington Group's legal team, can they?"
Victoria thought he was bad. She looked at him for a moment, then her eyes suddenly reddened, and she said in a choked voice, "You always do this."
Alexander looked at her tearful eyes, his heart softening.
He couldn't help but lean on her petite frame, removing her hand from her mouth. She resisted, but he still held her hand. When she tried to lift it, he placed her hand over her eyes.
The feeling of being kissed with her eyes covered was thrilling.
Her heart soon started pounding.
But he kissed her so attentively, like savoring a piece of candy, from a light taste to a deep kiss.
"Can I ask for a reward today?"
He kissed her, reluctantly stopping to ask.
Victoria slowly removed her hand from her eyes, her eye area warm and red, but still looked at him in confusion. "A reward?"
He teased her like this, and she couldn't even hit him because of the difference in strength between men and women. How could he have the nerve to ask for a reward?
He must be mocking her.
Victoria looked at him, puzzled.
"I unlocked the door again. Can you reward me?"
His hand reached under her waist, pulling her tightly against him.
Victoria thought he was shameless. He unlocked her house's door without her permission.
Shameless!
Victoria couldn't understand him, just found him particularly troublesome, and couldn't help but mutter, "If I unlocked your door, would you give me a reward?"
"That's right."
He smiled and kissed her again.
Victoria quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth. "Stop kissing me."
Alexander was a bit dazed, softly saying, "I'll go freshen up."
"Alexander, do you even know what it means to be shy? This is my house, my bed!"
"But you're my wife."
He muttered, looking at her lips, wanting to kiss her.
"I'm the wife who wants to divorce you."
Victoria explained to him impatiently.
"We're not getting divorced."
He murmured, removing her hand and kissing her again.
Despite the faint scent of alcohol lingering on his breath, all he could think about was kissing her.
Victoria was flustered, but he kissed her even more intently and forcefully.
He wanted her to be overwhelmed, to surrender.
He missed her so much.
He was at an age where he felt uncomfortable if he didn't make love for a day.
But he often slept alone in an empty room.
"Alexander, stop."
Victoria was already sweating lightly on her forehead.
It was late, and the surroundings were dark.
Her voice was filled with restraint, "Alexander, you jerk."
"You're not being honest. You want me."
"No, I don't."
"Really?"
"Alexander."
"I'm here, always here."
The next morning, when Victoria woke up again, she was lying weakly on the bed. She opened her eyes and looked at the empty side of the bed, sighing helplessly.
She lowered her head, burying her face.
She knew she was being weak.
"Alexander, have you become her cook?"
She heard this from outside and knew Diana had come again, sighing even more helplessly.
"I want to. Why are you here again?"
"Of course, I have to come. But Alexander, why do you eat toast every day?"
Diana didn't remember Alexander liking this stuff before.
"I suddenly fell in love with it."
Alexander muttered, staring at the toast Diana was eating.
Diana suddenly found the toast in her hand tasteless.
She thought, 'Maybe Victoria likes it?'
"You eat first. I'll go see if Victoria is awake."
Alexander said and left.
"Alexander."
"You're not allowed to follow."
Alexander reminded her, then walked towards the bedroom.
Diana thought, 'I must uncover the truth about Victoria as soon as possible.'
Alexander entered the room, cautiously locking the door.
Victoria was still lying on the bed, hearing the door, even more unwilling to get up.
But soon, a large, slightly rough hand was on her waist. Her breath instantly stopped, and she did not dare to move.
"You're awake, aren't you?"
He leaned over, whispering beside her.
Victoria's voice was still hoarse, very soft, "I don't want to see you."
"Are you complaining that I didn't last long enough last night?"
"If I last too long, I'm afraid your waist can't take it. Should I try harder tonight?"
Victoria still buried her face in her arms, lying there motionless.
She didn't want to talk to Alexander.
He constantly distorted what she meant.
She found both him and Diana annoying.
Alexander's hand was still on her waist, gently kneading, "You still don't want to talk to me? Then, when we get to the office..."
"Alexander!"
She finally couldn't take it anymore, turning her head to stop him.
Alexander looked at her eyes, red from being pressed by her arm, and his heart ached. His hand moved from her waist to the back of her head, gently stroking her hair, "Alright, I won't make you angry."
Victoria relaxed a bit, then lay down again, muttering, "Go out."
"Okay."
Alexander agreed but didn't move. After a moment, he continued, "I made toast."
"I hate toast."
She said, laughing and crying.
"Then tomorrow we'll have sandwiches?"
"I hate you."
Victoria's voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.
"Good morning."
He lowered his eyes, whispering.
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