Chapter 877 Please Take Everything You've Used with You, Okay?
"It's yours, you have to take it away."
Alexander firmly reminded her.
Then Alexander grabbed Victoria, standing there, and gently tugged with his right hand. The wedding dress slowly cascaded down like a waterfall.
The white wedding dress seemed to carry the fragrance of the wedding day.
Especially when it fell, the scent was even more enchanting.
Victoria only felt as if her fingertips were hit by it.
Her arms were once full, all with that wedding dress.
The wedding dress only stayed for a moment, and when her tears fell, the dress dropped to the ground.
She suddenly lost all her strength, swaying unsteadily.
Alexander raised his hand to hold Victoria in place. At this moment, exhausted both physically and mentally, he just wanted to end this matter quickly.
As for what this matter was, he couldn't remember anymore.
He seemed filled with guilt and whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you to marry me."
Victoria listened but only found it amusing.
If Alexander was truly sorry, how could he have forced her to that point?
He didn't love her, so why did he have to torment her?
He said, "You have to bear some things for me, you can't selfishly enjoy."
So later, that wedding dress, along with all the women's clothes in the closet, were placed by the bed, on the side where she usually slept.
So the bed looked even more asymmetrical.
Victoria stood by and whispered, "There are no more boxes."
It wasn't that she didn't want to pack them.
"What else have you used?" Alexander asked.
Victoria listened, puzzled, and looked up at him.
What else had she used?
"Take them all with you, okay?"
Alexander asked her again as if negotiating.
Victoria stared at him blankly.
Then he asked her, "Please, take everything you've used with you, okay?"
Victoria hadn't eaten much these past few days, already weak, and after such a night, she had no strength left. Her legs gave way, and she was about to fall.
Alexander, just a step away, reached out and grabbed her arm, then firmly placed her in his arms.
He held her, sitting by the bed, murmuring, "If you go out like this, who knows what will happen."
Victoria couldn't think of anything, her mind was fuzzy.
She didn't know what he would say next.
She thought, 'In the hospital, that should have been the harshest words, right?'
So she had nothing she couldn't bear.
She just sat numbly on his lap, feeling that apart from being inappropriate, nothing else mattered.
Anyway, whatever he wanted to do, he could do.
Victoria had planned to stay and let him torment her, as long as he let her see Strawberry, even if only occasionally.
Victoria didn't expect him to send her away, saying she could see Strawberry once every two months.
She was truly grateful, not daring to have any more complaints.
Alexander held her hand, which was almost peeling, red like a bruise.
It must have been caused by her constant picking.
"Don't pick your fingers anymore, find something to do if you're feeling uncomfortable."
He gently reminded her.
Victoria felt a bit of pain when he touched, looked down, and vaguely saw her hand.
'It must have been squeezed while packing at night.' she thought.
She thought this but didn't refute him.
She wanted to rest.
She felt a bit drowsy.
But she didn't dare to say it.
After packing so much, Alexander still seemed unsatisfied.
Oh right, the utensils she used in the kitchen hadn't been packed.
Victoria suddenly struggled to wake up, "I forgot to pack the utensils."
"What?"
"I'll go pack them now."
She said and was about to get up, but Alexander firmly held her in his arms, "Not tonight."
Alexander looked at her, suddenly feeling extreme heartache.
This wasn't the result he wanted.
He didn't want to torment her or make her fear him anymore.
She weakly asked him, "Then, when should I pack? I'm leaving early tomorrow, right?"
Alexander didn't answer her, even lowering his head to her shoulder.
Victoria suddenly said, "And my cactus."
Then her lips were sealed.
Victoria was dazed in Alexander's arms, even her breathing paused for a moment.
She only felt his thin lips enveloping hers, slowly sucking.
He didn't speak, just kissed her.
He thought this was the last time.
He didn't know how long it lasted, his kiss habitually lingering on her tear-streaked neck.
Victoria tilted her head, not daring to move, just holding his arm across her lap, staying still.
She didn't dare to resist Alexander, but she thought, 'This was wrong.'
Or maybe, there was no right or wrong.
Alexander could do whatever he wanted.
So she continued to stay still, waiting for him to stop on his own.
"Let me help you pack, okay? I'll take care of everything, send you away from Ankenra City, just like that year..." Alexander murmured.
Victoria was silent and thought, 'That year? Which year?'
"Just like when we first met after growing up, I came to pick you up."
Tomorrow he would send her away.
Maybe this was their fate.
Victoria understood but felt much more at ease.
"Victoria, this is all I can do for you."
He would send her away himself. That was it.
Alexander held her tightly in his arms, not wanting to let go.
Victoria only felt a bit suffocated, and drowsy.
Later, she was held by Alexander on the bed, one side was a high stack of clothes and the wedding dress, and the other side was her and Alexander.
Alexander held her motionless, and she had already fallen asleep unknowingly.
She woke up when a sharp pain in her stomach.
It was still dark outside. This night seemed to stretch on forever.
But when she opened her eyes, she saw that familiar chest, still so warm and...
'It's unreliable. Don't get attached to it.' Victoria thought.
But, even though Victoria carefully wanted to leave, she was still discovered by Alexander who was holding her.
Alexander's hoarse voice, "Don't move."
"My stomach hurts." She whispered.
She whispered.
Alexander then opened his eyes, remembering the servant said Victoria didn't eat dinner.
At four in the morning, the two sat at the dining table, two slices of bread, and two cups of milk.
Victoria ate silently, wanting to tell him, 'Could we stop eating bread?'
She was tired of it.
But she didn't dare to speak, and thinking about it, 'We would be separated soon, this is our last meal together.'
Such a change was unexpected, but she...
Victoria quietly looked at Alexander, not expecting him to be holding a milk cup, leaning back in his chair, staring straight at her.
Victoria was startled, immediately lowering her head.
But Alexander still stared at her domineeringly.
"Do you have something to say?"
Alexander suddenly asked.
The spacious dining room finally had some sound, Victoria's hand moved, but then she just humbly shook her head.
"We're about to part, don't you have anything to tell me?"
Victoria thought for a moment, then shook her head again.
What was there to tell?
He would take care of himself, and he would take care of Strawberry.
She knew that he loved Strawberry deeply.
"Take care of yourself out there."
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