Chapter 993 Tied Up
Alexander gently placed her on the bed, gazing at her tender features, and softly caressed her cheek.
At this moment, it felt like a dream to him.
Alexander had truly thought he would never find Victoria again.
After hearing where Victoria was, Alexander wanted to go find her immediately, but feared they would move her if alerted.
Until that day, he listened to Isabella and could no longer wait, losing his patience.
How could he have known that inside, people were being sold like goods?
Victoria's hand was still pushing against his chest, but his kisses continued to fall densely on her face.
She felt his kisses on her forehead, her nose, and as he moved downward, she finally moved her hand from his burning chest to hold his chin, then covered his mouth.
Alexander felt grateful inside; she still had the same little habits as before.
He smiled and then kissed her fingers that were covering his lips.
Victoria immediately curled her fingers, which ended up right between his thin lips.
The intimacy made her quickly pull her fingertips out of his mouth when she felt the moisture.
Alexander saw her flushed face and whispered in her ear, making her face heat up.
Those words seemed like sweet nothings, like teasing.
She thought, Alexander must be an ugly man, unloved by women, so he found a blind woman to lie on the bed and say these things.
Her chest trembled, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
She wasn't disgusted by his appearance; she just didn't know what her tomorrow would be like.
She just couldn't feel the respect of being human. He seemed easy to talk to, and he wouldn't hit her.
She thought this must be another of his fetishes; these men were all perverts.
Every time he handled her, she felt suffocated.
If it weren't for his fingers being softer than those people's, if he weren't so harsh.
But at that moment, she was still trembling violently.
A strange man pressed her on the bed, even kissing her scars, which were so ugly. What was he thinking?
The more Victoria thought about it, the more terrified she became, finally letting out a couple of sobs.
Alexander stopped, came to her face, and pressed his forehead against hers. "Don't cry."
Victoria immediately stopped crying, but her eyelashes were still wet.
Alexander suppressed his breath, lightly kissed her nose, and whispered, "I'm your husband, can you still not accept it?"
Husband?
Victoria didn't believe it.
How could he marry a blind woman?
"The scar on your stomach is from the C-section when you gave birth to our daughter."
"Giving birth to a daughter?"
Victoria didn't ask out loud, but her mind was full of doubts.
How could it be?
Wasn't she all alone?
"Strawberry is our biological daughter."
He whispered again, but Victoria didn't hear clearly, though she thought of it.
She just didn't understand why he would say that.
What was his purpose in finding her?
Was she thinking too badly of him?
Or did he just want to find a mother for his daughter, Strawberry?
But he shouldn't find a blind woman who can't do anything.
It didn't make sense, no matter how she thought about it.
Later that night, Alexander couldn't find her again.
When he quickly got up and turned on the light, he saw Victoria sitting at the bathroom door. He sighed but immediately got out of bed. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"
She curled up against the wall, shook her head, then nodded.
Alexander hoped she wasn't trying to escape, then picked her up and took her to the bathroom, only putting her down in front of the toilet, "The toilet is on your left."
Victoria reached out but didn't touch it, then bent down and finally found it, standing there awkwardly.
She listened intently; he was still there.
"I'll wait for you at the door. Just make any noise when you're done."
He said and turned to leave.
But how could she make any noise?
Victoria sat on the toilet awkwardly, unable to do anything for a long time.
She was using the bathroom, and he was listening at the door?
Maybe he didn't leave at all.
Victoria sat there, wondering why she still couldn't find the right way.
She crawled for a long time but still couldn't find the door.
Later, she felt her way out of the bathroom. Alexander heard the door open, turned to look, and immediately got up to her side, holding her arm and hand, "Why didn't you call me to get you?"
She didn't hear what he wanted, just awkwardly being held by him.
She thought she should be able to find the door.
She suddenly stopped, then kept moving in that direction, thinking it was the door.
It was indeed the door, and Alexander's gaze gradually became serious.
Her intentions were too obvious; she wanted to leave.
Alexander wanted to tell her to give up. In her current state, she wouldn't survive anywhere.
Even if she managed to leave the house, she would get into trouble outside.
"Did you forget what I told you at dinner?"
He said as he brought her to the bed.
Victoria's face showed no shock at his words, so he guessed she didn't hear.
She got on the bed, holding the blanket, and slowly lay down.
He bent down and easily moved her further in.
Victoria's face turned red, and he knew she was embarrassed.
Well, hopefully, just embarrassed.
He couldn't help but want to kiss her again, but he didn't want her to be afraid of him anymore.
At this point, what could he do to her?
As long as she was back, anything was fine.
If she wanted to escape, he would personally watch over her.
Victoria felt him getting closer, and soon her waist was held again. She held her breath for a long time, not daring to let it out.
Alexander lightly kissed her cheek, looking at her, "Good night, Mrs. Harrington."
"Mrs. Harrington?"
Victoria pondered, then heard nothing but his breathing.
If it were just sleeping like this, she thought she was lucky.
Being a human pillow wasn't so bad, was it?
The scars on her body itched a bit, but she could feel that this place was much better than that place.
No, it couldn't even be compared.
That place was cold and damp; she always felt like there was some moisture on her body.
Of course, it also had to do with what she was wearing. The pajamas she was wearing now seemed very loose and comfortable.
She lay there quietly, very straight, very obedient.
Alexander quietly watched her, not making a sound.
Until after three in the morning, he got out of bed in the dark.
"Don't hit me, it hurts!"
Alexander heard a low cry from the bed, turned in the dark to look at the person making the sound.
The redness and bruises on her body had significantly improved since she returned, but there was one more thing: she could speak.
The next morning.
When Victoria woke up, her wrist moved slightly, but she couldn't move.
She seemed to be tied up.
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