Chapter 2 Let's Get Divorced

• Victoria didn't know how she left the club, nor how she made it back home. When she returned to the Cadogan Residence, Hector Bowen, the butler, was shocked to find someone soaked to the core standing on the doorstep. "Mrs. Cadogan!" he exclaimed when he made out who it was.
• "What happened to you? Come in."
• Victoria was so cold that her limbs felt rather numb. In just a few seconds after stepping into the house, she was surrounded by a group of servants wrapping her in a huge towel and drying her hair.
• "Draw the madam a hot water bath!"
• "Get a cup of tea ready."
• The servants were panicking so badly over how soaked she was by the rain that no one noticed a car driving through the gates, nor did they notice the tall figure standing in the doorway soon after.
• That was until a cold voice rang out through the room.
• "What happened?"
• The sound of the voice made her jump from where she was sitting on the couch. Why was Alaric back?
• Should he not be with his Claudia?
• "The madam was caught in the rain, sir," Hector said.
• Caught in the rain? Alaric's dark eyes turned to the petite figure curled up on the couch as he strode over.
• He frowned when he properly saw the state she was in.
• Currently, she was like a drowned rat. Her soft hair was limp and clung to her pale skin. Her usually pink lips were pale as well.
• "What happened to you?" he harshly barked out as he scowled harder.
• She waited until she had full control over her emotions before looking up at him and putting on a wan smile. "My phone died," she explained. "On my way back, I bumped into a kid caught in the rain without an umbrella."
• His eyes suddenly went cold.
• "Are you crazy?"
• Her smile went stiff.
• "You gave him the umbrella, and you ended up walking through the rain," he continued.
• "How old are you? Did you think I would praise you for doing that?"
• The servants around them glanced at each other, too afraid to say a word.
• Victoria's lashes hung low. Her vision was blurred by tears by now.
• She forced herself to keep quiet and hold her tears back.
• It was doable until Alaric walked over and lifted her in a bridal carry. It was only then that she let her tears roll. A drop of tear fell on the back of her hand.
• Alaric shoved Victoria into the bathroom and left.
• She kept her head down, waiting until he stepped out of the room before slowly looking up and wiping away the tears on her cheeks.
• Moments later.
• She locked the bathroom door and pulled out the hospital's report from her pocket.
• After being soaked in the rain, the entire report was illegible with every word too blurred out to read.
• She had planned on surprising him with it, but now it seemed like it was completely useless.
• 30 minutes later.
• Victoria calmly walked out of the bathroom.
• Alaric was sitting on the couch. His long legs were placed firmly against the floor as he focused on the laptop in front of him. He seemed to be working.
• When he saw her, he pointed at the cup of tea beside him.
• "Drink that."
• "Okay."
• She walked over and picked up the cup of tea. She did not drink it immediately. Instead, she seemed to be preoccupied with some thought before calling out to him.
• "Alaric."
• "What is it?" His voice was cold as he remained focused on the screen before his eyes.
• She stared at his sculptured jaw and profile. Her pale lips twitched.
• However, he seemed to have gotten impatient as he snapped up to look at her. Their eyes locked.
• As she had just taken a shower, her skin was pink, and her lips no longer looked as pale as before. Still, she looked rather sickly like she might shatter at a touch. Perhaps it was because she had just been drenched in the rain.
• With one glance, his desire for her was aroused.
• As for Victoria, her emotions were warring inside her, causing her to be oblivious to his emotions. Instead, she was trying to work out what to say.
• Eventually, she came to a decision. "You... Mmgh!"
• She had just opened her mouth when he grabbed her chin and kissed her as if he could not control himself.
• His calloused fingers immediately turned her fair skin red.
• His breath was hot like fire against her skin. She eventually ran out of breath. Just as she was about to push him away, his phone began to ring from where it was on the table.
• They froze. The passion immediately vanished. He soon moved away, gently nibbling on her lips as if he was still unsatisfied. When he spoke next, his voice was hoarse.
• "Finish your tea and rest early."
• He then got up, took his phone, and went to the balcony.
• But Victoria clearly saw the caller ID—it was Claudia.
• The heat in her body from the kiss quickly evaporated, leaving her feeling cold all over.
• She did not head into the bedroom but walked toward the balcony.
• The glass door was only half-closed. The chill night breeze carried Alaric's voice over to her.
• "I won't leave."
• "What are you thinking? Be good and sleep."
• His voice was so gentle and tender.
• She stood there and listened for a few minutes before chuckling.
• Ah, so he could be gentle and sweet. What a pity the target of his affection is not me.
• She turned around and walked into the bedroom. With a blank face, she sat down on the bed.
• Perhaps, their marriage was a mistake from the very beginning.
• The past two years had been time she had stolen from another woman.
• Now that she was back, it was time for her to step aside.
• Suddenly, she heard Alaric speak. "You're still awake."
• The spot beside her on the bed soon dipped down as her nose was filled with the refreshing notes of his scent.
• "I have something to tell you," he said.
• "Sure.” She did not turn around. She could guess what he was going to say.
• "Let's get divorced," he continued.