Chapter 988 Carefully Approaching Her Lips
"Mrs. Harrington, how are you?"
"Mrs. Harrington, are you hurt?"
"It's all my fault, Miss Strawberry forgot to put it away after playing."
The three of them rushed over to help her up.
"Everyone, move aside."
She hadn't even said she was fine when she heard his voice.
She always felt there was a certain coldness in his voice, which made her afraid.
She shrank back on the ground, feeling the cool scent from him, and immediately retreated.
But soon, she felt herself being lifted, cradled in his arms.
Hmm, he must be very tall and strong.
He didn't say anything, just carried her towards the sofa.
Seeing the eaten strawberries on the table, he asked, "Did she eat these?"
"Mrs. Harrington ate them. Ms. Harrington and Miss Olivia accompanied her and ate a few."
Jenny followed and replied.
Hearing this, Alexander felt somewhat relieved.
After placing her on the sofa, he sat beside her, holding her hand and murmured, "I knew you still liked them."
Victoria held her breath, trying to pull her hand away, but his grip was too tight, causing her pain.
Her eyes reddened, and only then did he loosen his grip slightly, but he still held onto her hand, sitting beside her and saying, "I like holding your hand."
The servants, feeling it inappropriate to stay any longer, tidied up and left.
Victoria's face was still red, both angry and upset.
But she couldn't do anything about him.
He must be a playboy.
And a playboy with a twisted sense of humor.
Otherwise, why would he dive into the fish tank to hold her and say such things?
And these past few days, he had seen every part of her body.
Everyone said her body was ugly, so why did he keep looking and even applying medicine?
Sometimes she was not sure if he was applying medicine or doing anything else.
Her face grew redder and hotter.
She wasn't sure what it looked like when they held hands, but she felt his fingers were long, and Alexander raised his hand to touch her hair, stopping at the ends.
He used to like touching her hair too, which always annoyed her, and she'd tell him not to.
"Tori, can you talk to me?"
Alexander murmured.
She had undergone a thorough examination; she wasn't mute.
She just wouldn't speak.
She had been back for several days, but it seemed she hadn't realized she was home.
It seemed she hadn't realized that the person sleeping beside her every night was her husband.
Alexander lowered his eyes, burying his face in her shoulder, breathing heavily.
When would she remember him?
The doctor's words echoed in his ears.
Frank had captured the people who took her and interrogated them.
Remembering their words, he couldn't hold back anymore, his bent body trembling beside her.
He always wanted to make her happy, but he always ended up hurting her.
Victoria felt him trembling, but heard no sound.
She strained to listen, her eyes gentle and pure, only after a long time showing a hint of confusion.
Her reactions were always slow.
She had to truly feel and think before reacting.
She felt he seemed unhappy, and if he was unhappy.
She remembered that person hitting her neck, over and over, as if trying to break that piece of flesh.
Thinking of that, she started trembling again, her hands gradually stiffening.
Alexander, holding her hand tightly, quickly noticed her palm was cold. He slowly let go and looked up at her.
Her face was no longer red but as pale as paper.
Alexander raised his hand to cup her face, but as soon as he touched her, she immediately raised her hand to push him away, hitting his arm instead.
Alexander didn't try to touch her again immediately, just said, "Tori, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
She shook her head and turned to run.
But she had only taken one step before hitting the table, hurting her shin.
"Careful."
His warning came too late.
He could only hold her arm and pull her back to the sofa.
She clutched her shin where she had hit it, wanting to cry but not daring to, trying to make her breathing as weak as possible, enduring the pain to the extreme.
Alexander knelt, holding her ankle.
She immediately kicked out sensitively.
That area seemed not to be easily touched.
But Alexander quickly grabbed both her ankles.
She still wanted to struggle, so he had to hold her tightly and look up at her, "Be good, I just want to check if you're hurt."
His words were overly serious and stern, as if his words were the truth.
But when he held her ankles, she felt an inexplicable and severe fear.
Her words were stuck in her throat; she couldn't shout them out, she could only hold her shin tightly and shake her head desperately in resistance.
"Mr. Harrington, let me do it."
Jenny couldn't bear to see Victoria so pitiful and stepped forward to help.
Seeing her tears, Alexander, filled with guilt, gently put her ankles down.
Victoria immediately pulled her ankles back onto the sofa, curling herself into a ball.
"Mrs. Harrington, let me check. Relax, Mr. Harrington has already left."
Jenny looked at Victoria, patiently comforting her.
Mrs. Harrington?
She had often heard this title these past few days.
She didn't move again, even when someone brought the medicine.
She felt the hand holding her leg was still that woman's hand, until the ointment was applied to her leg, she felt something was off.
She held her shin tightly.
"Relax."
Alexander's voice came out, and Jenny immediately turned to look at him in shock.
Alexander, feeling guilty, remained silent, pretending to be mute.
Victoria's grip on her shin didn't loosen; she was just scared.
She couldn't see anything; she wanted to discern the truth of their words, but how could she?
That woman clearly said he had left and that she would personally apply the medicine, but these past few days, he had been applying the medicine to her every night; she felt it very clearly.
Soon, she felt her pant leg being rolled down, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then she felt the familiar male presence in front of her, and she instinctively moved back.
The servants all left, leaving the large living room with just the two of them.
Alexander looked at her misty eyes, carefully approaching her lips.
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