Chapter 362
Victoria wiped the tears from her face, restoring her usual elegant composure. She walked to the office door and knocked firmly.
Harrison watched her retreating back, awkwardly withdrawing his outstretched hand.
Of course. He was just an assistant. What right did he have to comfort her?
Inside the office, Alexander heard the knocking and immediately concealed the pill.
"Enter."
Victoria pushed the door open and stepped inside, her expression now composed with a faint smile. "Hello, Alexander. It's been too long. I brought you those cakes you like."
She walked to his desk and placed an elegant container filled with exquisite pastries from a renowned patissier. These were limited edition creations she had queued hours to obtain.
Alexander glanced at the desserts without expression. "You shouldn't be out right now. The paparazzi are everywhere."
"I missed you," she murmured, moving to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm so tired of all this. Why don't we stop scheming against Isabella? Let's get married, start a family, live simply. I'll transfer all my Montgomery assets and shares to you. I'll support you completely as your devoted wife."
Her voice was soft and pleading.
Yet Alexander found her offer insulting.
Her pitiful portion of Montgomery shares? What use were those to him?
His hands settled on her waist. "Victoria, you're not thinking clearly. Why rush? Let's wait until you control at least fifty percent of the shares."
Fifty percent?
That would require taking shares from Isabella and her parents! Impossible in her current disgrace.
He was making excuses to delay.
Her expression turned mournful as she searched his eyes. "Alexander, I don't want any of that anymore. I'm exhausted. I just want you. Let's abandon these plans against the Montgomerys and Isabella, please?"
Noticing her unusual behavior, Alexander pushed her away and patted her head. "You're not yourself today. I have urgent matters to handle. Go home and rest. We'll discuss this when you're feeling better."
Victoria pressed her lips together but finally stood after a long silence. She paused at the door. "Alexander...do you still love me?"
Love her?
Love?
Alexander's hand stilled on the document he'd picked up. After a prolonged pause, he replied, "Victoria, haven't I always promised I'd never let you down?"
He'd give her anything except marriage—money, status, even his body.
That constituted not letting her down.
She smiled faintly. "I understand now. Forgive my childishness. I'll let you work. I'll visit again soon."
Her voice remained gentle, her smile bright and innocent. But the moment she left Whitmore Enterprises and entered her car, her eyes turned icy and dark.
Alexander wanted to marry Isabella! He wanted to remain married to her forever!
Was he discarding Victoria now that she'd become useless?
First the Montgomerys treated her coldly, and now Alexander? After everything she'd done?
All because she wasn't born a Montgomery? Because she'd fabricated her identity?
No. Absolutely not.
Her fingers tightened around the recording device in her bag—disguised as a lipstick, utterly ordinary yet technologically advanced.
She had captured their entire conversation. 'You'll regret this, Alexander. You'll regret everything!'