Chapter 90 What if the Child isn't Mine?
Victoria was stunned.
Immediately she thought of the token between lovers.
A ring... He wanted them to get rings.
She used to want it very much.
But now...
She silently hid her hands behind her back.
But as she lowered her head, she quickly smelled the familiar scent of hormones emanating from him.
Her tense palms started to sweat. The office was at a cool 77 degrees Fahrenheit, so why was she feeling hot?
She knew the reason herself, but could only endure it silently.
Alexander's dark eyes stared straight at her, gently speaking, "Guessed what we’re going to get?"
Victoria's mouth moved, but she didn't know how to respond, so she lowered her head in silence again.
"The wedding happened too quickly, but now we have time to do things right. Can we meet in the parking lot after lunch?"
"Mr. Harrington, I don’t think we don't need rings."
Victoria gathered the courage to look at him, just for a moment.
What did they need rings for?
His seed was in Isabella's belly.
"I still want to give you one." Alexander said.
"Why?"
Victoria still wanted to refuse.
"Because you are my wife." Alexander said.
Victoria didn’t respond.
"I know you're young and maybe you don't care about many things, but Victoria, when people get married, they should learn to respect themselves."
Alexander patiently reminded her.
After hearing this, Victoria raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
She couldn't help but smile as she asked him, "Are you about to become a father because of self-respect?"
This time, it was Alexander who didn’t respond. His expression darkened immediately.
"Can I go now, soon-to-be new father, Mr. Harrington?"
Victoria asked him very seriously and politely.
How could Alexander let her go like this?
She smiled, and somehow, it looked like stars were shining brightly in her eyes, but those stars were too dazzling and hurt him.
Alexander couldn't help but lift her chin, domineeringly saying, "Say it again."
"Mr. Harrington." She stubbornly spoke softly.
Alexander chuckled at her response. He deliberately got closer to her and whispered ambiguously, "I am your husband; you should call me honey."
Victoria was speechless.
She then looked down at his clothes.
Honey?
How ridiculous!
Alexander lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes.
"My husband abandoned me on our wedding day. He left under the guise of expanding his business elsewhere, but in reality, he stayed with his childhood sweetheart, and two years later, she got pregnant. How can I call the father of someone else's child my husband?" She spoke gently.
She made her stance so clear; would he still force her?
"What if the child isn't mine?" Alexander suddenly asked.
Victoria just stared straight at him, unable to respond.
"Can you call me that then?"
He asked again.
As Victoria looked at him, she suddenly had a feeling that things were more complicated than she had thought.
Was he being falsely accused?
If the child wasn't his, then whose was it?
Isabella lived downstairs from him, and whenever there was a problem, he immediately ran down, even in the middle of the night.
If it wasn't his, then why was he doing that?
Victoria couldn't understand him. Turbulent emotions were filling her heart, and her eyes started to burn.
"Vicky."
He suddenly called her.
Victoria looked at him in silence, for some reason, she couldn't see anything clearly.
Large tears were about to fall from her eyes in protest.
And indeed, as she took a breath, they fell.
Then he lowered his head.
Victoria quickly turned her head.
After her tears fell, she felt his hand pinch the corner of her lip and then all the breath left her body.
She couldn't escape; his lips now lightly and passionately touching hers.
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