Chapter 902 Should Not Be Restrained by Whose Husband
"Morning." Alexander greeted cheerfully.
Victoria was staring at him, only snapping out of it when his handsome face got close. She backed away instinctively and softly said, "Morning."
She wasn't sure who he had just been on the phone with, but the conversation was simple and easy to understand.
"Get up, it's time for breakfast."
As Alexander spoke, his hand gently brushed her shoulder.
Victoria gently lowered her eyes, "I'm not hungry, you go downstairs first."
"That was Edward on the phone. He thought I came here to get away from someone."
"Okay."
Victoria softly agreed. If he wasn't getting up, she would.
But why was her shirt missing?
She was now wearing a simple silk camisole.
"Where's my shirt?"
She turned and asked him softly.
"I threw it away."
He smiled, his deep voice resonating with certainty.
Victoria looked at him for a moment, then got up, put on her shoes, and left.
Seeing her leave so decisively, Alexander called out, "Victoria."
Victoria stopped and looked back at him.
"I'm not leaving."
He placed his hands behind his head, his long legs crossed arrogantly.
Victoria's heart tightened at his words, but she quickly walked resolutely towards the master bedroom.
Whether he stayed or left wasn't up to her.
The house was in her name, but he came and went as he pleased.
Seeing her leave, Alexander got annoyed that she didn't ask for clarification, but he couldn't help sitting up.
Alexander felt he would be driven mad by her eventually. She never asked questions, and even if he explained, she wouldn't believe him.
If she wanted to endure it, fine, but why couldn't she answer his questions properly?
Thinking this, Alexander got up and chased after her with his long strides.
"That shirt isn't mine. Whose is it?" Alexander pressed.
Victoria entered the master bedroom and was about to close the door when he blocked it with his leg.
She had to leave the door open and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Alexander, however, called downstairs, "Desiree, where did the shirt Victoria wore last night come from?"
Standing in the bathroom, Victoria's eyes welled up at his question.
Whose could it be? Everything here was hers.
"Isn't that the shirt Mrs. Harrington bought for your birthday? It's your birthday gift, of course."
Barbara, the housekeeper, replied, holding Strawberry.
Hearing this, Alexander couldn't hide his joy but tried to restrain himself. He then walked towards the bathroom.
Victoria, hearing Barbara's explanation, got anxious.
Before she could think of a rebuttal, Alexander walked in.
She looked up and saw him in the mirror, immediately lowering her head guiltily, avoiding his gaze.
No matter what he said, she wouldn't admit it was a gift for him.
Many women wear men's shirts nowadays. Just because she bought a men's shirt didn't mean it was for a man.
Alexander walked in slowly, glanced at the toothbrush in her hand, and grabbed the toothpaste, reminding softly, "Hold this."
Victoria cooperated reluctantly, watching him squeeze the toothpaste but not knowing what to do next.
"So, it was a shirt you bought for me."
"They're just trying to tease you. It belongs to the man in the photo on your phone."
Victoria said angrily, turning on the faucet.
Alexander leaned close to her ear and whispered, "But the photo is photoshopped."
Victoria froze and instinctively looked at him.
His expression was relaxed, but there was a hint of certainty about the matter.
Victoria couldn't help but wonder, did he believe her?
"Didn't you say I was drinking with him?"
Victoria mumbled, putting the toothbrush in her mouth and slowly brushing her teeth.
Alexander opened the drawer below, took out his toothbrush and cup, squeezed the toothpaste, and mentioned before brushing, "If I were that gullible, I wouldn't have spent a while figuring out the door code."
Victoria immediately stopped brushing and stared at him with wide eyes.
Alexander looked back at her, turned off the faucet, and said, "Finish brushing your teeth first."
Victoria remembered what she was doing and continued brushing her teeth.
But her heart suddenly felt very uneasy.
Last night, wasn't it Desiree and Eve who told him the code?
Did he figure it out himself?
How was that possible?
Before Victoria could ask, Alexander explained, "I asked for a hint."
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have cracked it so quickly."
He turned to look at her.
Victoria wanted to ask why he came but didn't. She feared he would say he came to find her.
She lowered her head and remained silent until he took the toothbrush and cup from her hand. She just stood there quietly.
Alexander placed both cups inside and looked at them for a long time.
They used to be placed like this.
Now, all his things had been put away by her.
Alexander turned and took her warm hand, gently squeezing her fingers, murmuring, "You don't want to know why I came here yesterday, do you?"
Victoria tried to pull her hand away but couldn't, so she stood there, unmoved.
No matter what he said, she would only respond with indifference.
"Victoria, what would it change if you asked me? Would it make you fall in love with me again?"
He asked in a low, muffled voice.
Victoria lowered her eyes and pulled her hand from Alexander's warm grasp, turning her back to him, "You shouldn't have come." She always stubbornly believed this.
"You and Strawberry are here."
Alexander pulled her hand again, making her face him, "We're already a family. I don't want to spend days like this with anyone else."
Victoria didn't trust his words much.
Even if he was sincere, she didn't need him. She had stopped wanting him a long time ago.
He had asked her to come back here, and he couldn't change that now.
"Alexander, find another woman. They will make you happy."
Victoria met his eyes, hesitated for a moment, then spoke calmly and sincerely.
He had noticeably lost weight
He appeared fatigued and somewhat despondent.
It was evident that he needed a fresh start. His life should not be solely defined by his role as a husband.
As for Victoria, after that incident, she had long since confined her heart behind a wall of emotional barriers.
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