Chapter 893 Mistaken for Attempting Suicide with Scissors
"Mr. Harrington, you went too far just now. Give me Ms. Harrington and go apologize." Desiree told him.
Alexander took Strawberry away and did not apologize.
During dinner, Victoria's door was knocked from the outside, but she lay on the bed, unwilling to move.
"Mrs. Harrington, dinner is ready," Desiree said softly from outside.
"I'm not hungry." Victoria's voice trembled with tears.
Alexander waved Desiree away and then opened the door, looking inside.
"Desiree, I'm not hungry."
Victoria lay on the bed, thinking it was Desiree.
He walked over with long strides, and hearing her say that, he replied, "And then you'll make yourself sick from hunger?"
Victoria's eyes widened when she heard that voice. After a few seconds, she turned around, and it was Alexander.
She sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her tears. "Didn't you leave?"
"You should say something harsh too," Alexander said in a low voice.
Victoria quickly understood what he meant. He wanted to make things even, but she wouldn't let him.
They couldn't make things even.
Victoria lowered her head. "I don't want to see you, not at all."
Alexander patiently listened to her finish, then walked over to her, one hand behind his back, the other gently holding her chin, making her look up.
When his deep eyes met her teary eyes, he said seriously, "I apologize."
Victoria's eyes flickered, then she said indifferently, "I don't need your apology. I just want you to stay out of my sight."
"You don't want to see me?"
"You said I was free. But where's my freedom?"
After waking up from a coma, she had decided to live humbly by his side, as long as she could be with Strawberry.
But he was the one who said he would give her freedom and visitation rights to Strawberry.
She thought that after the divorce, this would be the best she could hope for, which was why she returned.
But he didn't keep his word and even humiliated her.
Alexander let go of her.
"Do you think I feel good about saying those things to you?"
Alexander's Adam's apple moved as he spoke.
He had been suffering too.
He knew how harsh his words were, but he tried his best.
She wanted to leave, and the only way he could stop her was by threatening her with Strawberry.
"Victoria, you were the one who wanted to run away with Adrian first."
"I just wanted to go back to my home."
"You said Serenade Villa is your home."
"Yes, it was."
"No, you've always considered Serenade Villa your home. And this is just your parents' house."
Alexander stopped her from continuing to be insincere.
Victoria knew this was her parents' house.
Even though her parents were gone, she was used to this life.
She always pretended her parents were on vacation.
"But we are separated."
Victoria looked at him and responded reluctantly.
Alexander listened to her hoarse voice but denied it with a smile, "I don't think this will be permanent."
He was even used to their breakups and reconciliations.
Victoria fell silent again because he would refute whatever she said.
She lowered her head, her tears almost dry, feeling uncomfortable but still not moving.
Soon, she felt warmth on her head.
His hand was on her head, gently brushing her hair. "Your hair has grown a bit longer."
Everything would get better, just like her hair would grow longer.
But Alexander didn't expect Victoria to go into the bathroom alone after dinner.
There happened to be a pair of scissors in the drawer. Victoria found a hair-cutting video on her phone, wet her hair, combed it smoothly, and tried to relax as she held her hair and cut it steadily, just like in the video.
"Mrs. Harrington, what are you doing?"
Just before she could start, the door was opened from the outside.
Desiree ran over nervously and grabbed the scissors from her, saying anxiously, "Mrs. Harrington, don't do anything rash."
"Desiree, I'm not..."
Victoria hadn't finished explaining when she saw Alexander standing tall behind Desiree at the door.
Alexander looked at her with disappointment, his eyes sharp as knives.
But she was just cutting her hair.
Not trying to end her life.
And she had only cut a little.
Desiree quickly left with the scissors, planning to put them somewhere Victoria couldn't see.
After all, Alexander's words were harsh, but Victoria wasn't worth committing suicide over.
After Desiree left, Alexander also left. Victoria suddenly raised her hand to touch her forehead, feeling it was hot.
So now they both thought she was trying to end her life?
If she didn't think she was dying, she wouldn't commit suicide for no reason.
Victoria thought about it and quickly went out to explain, but Alexander had already left.
He returned to the hotel.
Victoria stood numbly at the door, feeling truly wronged at that moment.
But wouldn't calling him be redundant?
At around eight in the evening, past dinner time, Melissa brought some red wine to see Victoria.
The two had a few glasses, and Melissa thought for a moment, then flipped her hair, "Drinking at home has no atmosphere. I'll take you somewhere else."
"What?" Victoria was startled.
"Let's go," Melissa said, grabbing her bag and pulling Victoria along.
Melissa drove to the address she mentioned, a relatively quiet bar.
She found a good spot, sat down, and knocked on the table, summoning the bartender.
"The wine I stored last time, bring me the unfinished bottle first, then open a new one."
"Mrs. Montague, isn't that too much?"
Victoria looked at Melissa worriedly and asked.
"Not too much."
"Alright."
"Tonight I'm treating you to drinks. You can drink as much as you want."
"Thank you, Melissa, but I can't hold my liquor well."
Victoria didn't dare to drink too much.
Even without Alexander, she wouldn't drink much.
But she couldn't control herself.
Melissa kept drinking with her, one glass after another.
Victoria later learned many secrets about Adrian and Alexander from Melissa.
Melissa said, "Adi has been lacking love since he was a child. He wanted to live with his grandparents, but he could only see them on special occasions. He likes Alexander, and although Alexander seems cold, he is not bad."
Melissa recalled that she had once slapped Alexander and quickly downed another glass of wine.
She knew she shouldn't have hit Alexander like that.
Any grievances were from their generation; they had nothing to do with Alexander.
Melissa always spoke with a sense of dignity, even when emotional. Victoria was a bit mesmerized and, without realizing it, drank a few more glasses with Melissa.
Desiree had been waiting outside, and later, worried about Victoria, she called Alexander.
Alexander was at the hotel, having already booked a flight back to the city for the next day.
Victoria had gone drinking, even though she knew she couldn't handle much alcohol.
He grabbed his coat and headed out.
Melissa was also drunk. A handsome man came to pick her up, and Victoria looked up, hesitating to hand Melissa over to him.
"I'm Mrs. Montague's secretary, please don't worry."
"Mrs. Montague's secretary?"
Victoria responded but couldn't help asking Melissa.
"Melissa, is this gentleman your secretary?" Victoria coaxed Melissa to ask.
"Yes." Melissa nodded.
"Then I'll leave her to you."
Victoria let go of Melissa.
Melissa was taken away, and seeing the secretary holding Melissa's waist tightly yet intimately, Victoria had some other thoughts.
When she saw Alexander, Victoria thought she was hallucinating.
She wasn't even thinking about him, so why would she hallucinate?
She just stared blankly as Alexander walked over, looking displeased. He got closer and closer, and his face loomed large in front of her.
"How much did you drink?" Alexander asked.
"Not much."
She couldn't help but look at Alexander. It wasn't until he held her that she glanced at his hand and then stared straight at him again. "Alexander?"
"I'll take you home and then leave. I've already booked a flight for tomorrow morning."
He didn't look at her, and with his indifferent tone, her eyes involuntarily welled up.
She didn't want him to go, but she probably could never say in her lifetime.
Victoria wanted to ask him not to be so harsh, but that was also something she could never say again.
She silently let Alexander hold her and take her out. When they got to the car, he put her in and asked, "Do you want me to stay here or leave?"
Victoria glanced at him, then turned her head, eyes red.
Why was he asking such a question?
Since when did he listen to her?
"Desiree,"
Before she could finish her words, Alexander had already gotten in and sat next to her.
Victoria turned to look at Alexander, tears in her eyes.
Alexander kept a stoic expression and didn't look at her, only saying, "I'll take you back to prevent any further incidents. The Harrington family cannot bear that responsibility."
Victoria had nothing to say.
Desiree was driving, feeling very nervous. Alexander knew how to say hurtful things.
After a moment of silence in the car, Victoria thought about being misunderstood for attempting suicide and explained, "I took the scissors just to cut my hair, not to kill myself."
Alexander's eyes darkened at this, and he turned to look at her. "Why did you cut your hair?"
"It grew long."
It grew long, so she cut it a bit shorter. What was so confusing about that?
Victoria said it casually, but Alexander looked out the window.
Whether it was because her hair grew long or because of his words, both she and he were aware.
In short, she despised him; she didn't want him anymore.
When the car arrived home, Desiree parked and saw Victoria trying to open the door. Alexander sat still, and Desiree spoke up, "Mr. Harrington, you should come in too. Mrs. Harrington drank, and she might not be able to take care of herself and Ms. Harrington tonight. It would be better if you were here."
Alexander turned to look at Victoria, seeing her almost fall as she got out of the car. He immediately followed her out.
Victoria did feel a bit dizzy, but the alcohol seemed manageable this time. She could still recognize people and had some sense left.
She thought she was still calm.
But she walked with a bit of a sway.
When her arm was grabbed, she thought it was Desiree, but then she saw those sexy, long fingers that belonged to Alexander.
Her heart pounded, but she just lowered her head and said softly, "I can walk by myself."
"And then accidentally hurt yourself?"
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