Chapter 92 "I'll Teach You How to Kiss," he said.
"Victoria, can you be a bit more obedient?" He seductively said.
He reluctantly paused the long, sensual kiss as his sexy thumb gently wiped away the blood on her lips.
But how could she be more obedient?
For over two years, she hadn't been noisy, hadn't caused trouble, and hadn't asked any questions—wasn't that enough?
It was he who came back to tell her he wanted a divorce.
But now he was dragging his feet.
The whole city was looking forward to his engagement with Isabella, so why was he stalling?
And then Mark showed up.
"Can you stand properly by yourself?"
Alexander's low voice brought her back from her thoughts, and she stared straight at him again. "Let's get a divorce, please."
The once gentle look in Alexander's eyes suddenly turned dark, but then he patiently asked her, "If I hadn't cheated, would you still want to divorce me?"
If...
Unfortunately, there were no ‘ifs’ in life.
He had cheated.
Unless he could provide evidence that he didn’t.
But it had been so long.
If he had no evidence, then he said were just excuses.
What did he want to get from her?
Did she have some treasure on her that she herself didn't know about?
Otherwise, why would he suddenly not want a divorce?
She even thought of some foreign movies where secret weapons were injected into someone's body without their knowledge.
"Your lipstick is smudged."
Alexander lifted his hand and carefully wiped the lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
He didn't pressure her for an answer because he knew she wouldn't give one.
Victoria's tears continued to flow silently and uncontrollably, but she inadvertently caught sight of the lipstick on his lips.
"Would you like to go back to work first or go to the lounge to relax for a while?"
He softly asked for her opinion, but at this moment, Victoria's mind had drifted far away, so she didn't respond to him.
"Let him come up."
Alexander opened the door slightly. He was about to stick his head out when Victoria immediately grabbed the fabric over his chest.
Alexander reflexively looked down at the hand over his chest, then looked at her with confusion.
"You also have lipstick on you."
She reminded him softly, and her hand slowly released him.
His chest was so warm.
Her mother had once said that a man with a hot and warm chest was surely loyal.
But...
Victoria didn't feel his loyalty.
"Hmm?"
Alexander looked straight at her as if he didn't understand.
"Around your mouth."
Her voice was even lower.
Alexander furrowed his brow and touched his mouth, smiling when he saw the lipstick on his fingertip. "Oh, it's nothing."
"You should clean it off."
How could it be nothing?
A dignified CEO of a multinational corporation with lipstick all over his mouth—how would that look if it got out?
"Then you do it; I can't see." He said, taking her soft hand directly to his mouth.
Victoria was so angry that she struggled to catch her breath.
When her hand touched his lips, her whole arm suddenly became weak and limp.
His lips were so thin.
Rumors said that men with thin lips were ruthless.
Yes, that was quite accurate.
But just when she began to believe that he was truly heartless, Alexander’s once unyielding heart seemed to have softened.
If that were the case, then she...
"Hurry up. Clean it off and go out quick, or I can't help but want to..."
He kindly reminded her as he involuntarily moved closer.
Victoria snapped out of it and vigorously wiped his mouth, preventing him from speaking.
Alexander quickly grabbed her wrist, and although Victoria wanted to retaliate maliciously, she was unable to move as he held her.
"Let’s save the antics for later tonight." Alexander suddenly focused on her and said seriously.
"What antics?" Victoria didn't understand.
"I'll teach you how to kiss." He suddenly said, very earnestly.
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