Chapter 89
Chapter 89
Christian twirled the wine ss as the red liquid swirled, forming a slight vortex. The sight of it was as
stunning as it was depressing.
Christian twirled the wine ss as the red liquid swirled, forming a slight vortex. The sight of it was as
stunning as it was depressing.
“Isn’t it a little unfair for me to drink a ss of wine while you drink half a ss of juice, Miss Coleman?”
Anthony ced an empty wine ss on the table. Then, he took a new one from the waiter’s tray and
handed it to Victoria with a smile, saying ambiguously, “Well, I won’t force you. How about this? You
take a sip, and I’ll finish it for you.”
After he said this, he shot Christian a suggestive look.
The rim of the ss was stained with Victoria’s lipstick, and she pursed her lips tightly before taking the
wine ss from his hand. “It’s only fair if I drink a ss now that you’ve drunk one.”
“Hey, it’s okay—” Anthony had a mischievous smile. Instead of letting go of the ss, he ced his
hand on hers. “I’m a man, and you’re a woman. Wouldn’t it be unchivalrous of me if I let you drink a
ss just because I did? Take a sip, and I’ll drink the rest.”
She looked at the hand on top of hers and gritted her teeth.
Anthony was making it clear that he was flirting with her. However, she was returning to Delta Club
after today. She was afraid that he would keep pestering her if she didn’t do what he wanted.
“Was the water from the pool not enough?” Christian shot Anthony a hard look and removed Victoria
from his grasp as he pulled her behind him.
Be saw this as soon as she came in and the smile on his face froze. Nevertheless, she instantly
smoothed her face out.
“Mr. Thatcher, are you offended?” When Anthony remembered how disheveled he was at the party, his
face immediately sank, but he could only force a smile. “I’m just joking around with Miss Coleman.
Please don’t take it to heart. I’m sorry about that.”
Finally, he took the ss of wine and downed it before cing the empty ss back on the table.
“Watch your mouth and your hands. This is my woman. Even if I don’t want her anymore, she’s not
yours to take,” Christian warned slowly as his hawk-like gaze was fixated on Anthony.
Victoria clenched her fists tightly when she heard his deration; her knuckles turned white from how
tightly she was balling them.
What did Christian take me for? An object?
“I’m used to passing around women with my friends. I didn’t know that Mr. Thatcher was so particr
about her. This is my fault. I won’t repeat my mistake again.” Several expressions shed across his
face as dissatisfaction filled his eyes. Yet, he still put up a pleasing smile on his face.
Christian ignored him, turned around, and spoke to Victoria, “Give me your hand.”
After she stretched out her hand, he poured two sses of champagne on it and washed it before
giving her a few tissues to clean her hand.
After she stretched out her hand, he poured two sses of champagne on it and washed it before
giving her a few tissues to clean her hand.
“Dry your hands.” Does he think I’m dirty?! She endured the humiliation as she dried her hand.
Anthony leaned against the table casually and gulped down five or six sses of red wine in a row. The
corners of his eyes were already starting to turn red.
“The next time you meet a dog in heat, just walk the other way,” Christian said as he wiped his
champagne-stained hand with a tissue. After he threw it aside, he sauntered away from the crowd.
“Follow me.”
Victoria let out an affirmative hum before following behind him with her head down.
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After they had left, Anthony finally couldn’t restrain his temper as he mmed the empty wine ss on
the table, spat on the ground, and scolded, “What the f*ck?! The audacity of that b*stard to trample all
over me like that!”
“Just what has made you so unhappy?” A brte woman came over and threw herself onto him,
clinging tightly.
“Who else other than that b*stard, Christian Thatcher?!” He tried to lower his voice a little as his eyes
burned with rage. “The only reason he can be so arrogant is that he is born into a renowned family!”
The woman looked around cautiously and whispered, “I know you’re not afraid of Mr. Thatcher, but
you’re in someone else’s territory. You shouldn’t be so loud.”
“Get lost!” Anthony pushed her away irritably as he stared at Victoria’s back. The more he doesn’t let
me f*ck her, the more I want to!
Victoria followed behind Christian obediently, and they had only taken a dozen steps before Be
stopped them.
“Chris, Victoria, wait up.” Be’s voice was soft and sweet and music to the ears.
Although Victoria frowned, she still halted in her tracks. She raised her head and looked up, expecting
Christian to do the same. Regardless, it was as though Christian didn’t seem to hear Be as he
pressed on.
Victoria pursed her lips and did not bother to call for him.
“Victoria.” Be pushed her wheelchair toward Victoria with a pleasant smile on her pretty face.
On the same day, two years ago, the scene of Be walking towards the red sports car with the same
smile yed in Victoria’s mind like a movie.
Wrath began to bubble in her as she took a deep breath and looked at Be indifferently. “Mr. Thatcher
is upfront. You can still catch up with him.”
“I’ll look for Christer.” Be smiled warmly as she picked up a gift box from the wheelchair and
handed it to Victoria with both hands. “Happy birthday, Victoria.”
After she stretched out her hond, he poured two glosses of chompogne on it ond woshed it before
giving her o few tissues to cleon her hond.
“Dry your honds.” Does he think I’m dirty?! She endured the humiliotion os she dried her hond.
Anthony leoned ogoinst the toble cosuolly ond gulped down five or six glosses of red wine in o row. The
corners of his eyes were olreody storting to turn red.
“The next time you meet o dog in heot, just wolk the other woy,” Christion soid os he wiped his
chompogne-stoined hond with o tissue. After he threw it oside, he sountered owoy from the crowd.
“Follow me.”
Victorio let out on offirmotive hum before following behind him with her heod down.
After they hod left, Anthony finolly couldn’t restroin his temper os he slommed the empty wine gloss on
the toble, spot on the ground, ond scolded, “Whot the f*ck?! The oudocity of thot b*stord to tromple oll
over me like thot!”
“Just whot hos mode you so unhoppy?” A brte womone over ond threw herself onto him,
clinging tightly.
“Who else other thon thot b*stord, Christion Thotcher?!” He tried to lower his voice o little os his eyes
burned with roge. “The only reoson he con be so orrogont is thot he is born into o renowned fomily!”
The womon looked oround coutiously ond whispered, “I know you’re not ofroid of Mr. Thotcher, but
you’re in someone else’s territory. You shouldn’t be so loud.”
“Get lost!” Anthony pushed her owoy irritobly os he stored ot Victorio’s bock. The more he doesn’t let
me f*ck her, the more I wont to!
Victorio followed behind Christion obediently, ond they hod only token o dozen steps before Bello
stopped them.
“Chris, Victorio, woit up.” Bello’s voice wos soft ond sweet ond music to the eors.
Although Victorio frowned, she still holted in her trocks. She roised her heod ond looked up, expecting
Christion to do the some. Regordless, it wos os though Christion didn’t seem to heor Bello os he
pressed on.
Victorio pursed her lips ond did not bother to coll for him.
“Victorio.” Bello pushed her wheelchoir toword Victorio with o pleosont smile on her pretty foce.
On the some doy, two yeors ogo, the scene of Bello wolking towords the red sports cor with the some
smile ployed in Victorio’s mind like o movie.
Wroth begon to bubble in her os she took o deep breoth ond looked ot Bello indifferently. “Mr. Thotcher
is upfront. You con still cotch up with him.”
“I’ll look for Chris loter.” Bello smiled wormly os she picked up o gift box from the wheelchoir ond
honded it to Victorio with both honds. “Hoppy birthdoy, Victorio.”
After she stretched out her hand, he poured two sses of champagne on it and washed it before
giving her a few tissues to clean her hand.
Victoria didn’t even bother to look at the gift box. The more she endured Be’s presence, the more
ticked off she felt. “Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t possibly ept your gift.”
She didn’t want it.
Even the idea of possessing such a gift disgusted her.
“I was afraid that you wouldn’t ept it, so I didn’t get you anything expensive.” Be’s eyes twinkled.
“Do you still remember how I fell in love with photography for a while? I’d bring my camera everywhere,
taking pictures of everything.”
At this point, Victoria was fuming as she tried to suppress the anger and nausea in her. “It’s been too
long, and my memory isn’t very good.”
“I think it was around your 18th birthday that I took a lot of photos of you, Vince, my brother, myself,
and Chris.” Be seemed not to have picked up on Victoria’s emotion as she droned on with a bright
smile. “I’ve developed all these photos, made them into a scrapbook, and gave them to you to honor
our youth.”
There were many people at the birthday party and voices everywhere, which annoyed Victoria’s
already incensed self.
She continued to take deep breaths in an attempt to keep herselfposed, but in the face of Be’s
innocent smile and so-called gift box to honor their youth—
She couldn’t hold back her wrath any longer!
Boom!
Victoria took the gift box and mmed it to the ground; her voice was slightly sharp fronovelxo fast
updatem how riled up she was. “Is this to honor my youth or a way to remind me of my stupidity and
ignorance?!”
Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away.
The entire birthday party fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at the two in amazement,
bewilderment, curiosity, or excitement.
Be retracted her empty hand and stared nkly at the photos scattered on the ground. Her smile
disappeared like the sun getting swallowed by the clouds, leaving a despondent look on her face.
“Victoria—”
“Don’t say my name!” Victoria trembled as anger pulsated through her, pumping in her blood vessels.
“You don’t deserve it! Be Spritz, you don’t deserve it!”
Her long dress, designed to cover the scar on her leg, was pulled up as she rushed out of the banquet
hall under Be’s wounded gaze and everyone’s ridicule.
People entered and departed the hotel corridor, but Victoria staggered forward without pause. Although
she couldn’t see them, she felt like everyone was having a go at her, just like they did two years ago