Chapter 159 She Hates His Guts

• Victoria frowned. Before she realized it, her back had tensed up and straightened. She withdrew her gaze and looked at the floor again. Her expression was no different than usual, but only she knew that every cell in her body was extremely tense. She was nervous not because the man she loved was staring at her, but because she, like a rabbit in front of a wolf, dared not relax in the slightest in front of the man.
• Suddenly, Christian spoke. "Victoria," he said.
• Victoria's heart skipped a beat as his voice sounded. Instinctively, she took a few steps back and adopted a vigilant posture. "Uh-huh."