Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Victor nodded hall heartedly, his mind clearly elsewhere

Regina paid no mind to Victor’s attitude Wher all, to her, this

¿was merely a prelude to a business allis

She’d already beard all about Victor’s past, and she knew perfectly well how much he resented this arranged marring

Midway through the party, Regina seired an opportunity and drew Victor aside for a private conversation.

She said calmly, “Mi. Powell, let’s be frank. Neither of us has a choice in this marriage. After we‘ out of each other’s business? What do you say?”

arried, how about we each live our own lives and stay

Victor stared at the woman before him her composure was unnervingly absolute. His disgust for her only grea deeper.

“Ms. Aniston, you’re overestimating yourself, Even if I had to enter a marriage of convenience, I’d never choose someone like you.” Victor sneered

*Mr. Powell, why bother with this lovesick performance? You divorced your ex wife for Ms. Stone, didn’t you? She dumped you before, and now she’s back Face it. She’s just after your money. Do you really believe she loves you?” Regina mocked.

“My business is none of your concem. Stay out of it, Victor warned

Regina coolly studied Victor before her. This lovesick act–who’s he trying to fool? she wondered. “Victor, acting like he couldn’t care less about this arranged marriage, yet he doesn’t even dare defy his dad’s demands.

Regina shot Victor a look of cool disdain, then turned and glided away gracefully.

After the party, Victor finally made it home, only to find Eliza already waiting for him.

Eliza said softly, “Vic, you’re back? You must be tired. I made you some soup to help with the hangover.”

Victor tossed his keys onto the entryway console, then wearily undid the second button of his dress shirt.

The faint but unmistakable scent of alcohol clung to him. Clearly, he’d had one too many at the party.

“Let me take that,” Eliza said softly, gently relieving Victor of his coat before bringing over a bowl of soup. “Vic, drink some soup. It‘ help with the hangover,” she said gently. “Vic, drink some soup. It’ll help with the hangover,” she said gently

Victor took the bowl, lowered his head to take a sip, but his brow remained furrowed. Then, he set the bowl down gently on the table and raised a hand

to rub his temples.

Eliza noticed something was off with him and inquired tentatively. “Something bothering you? That party must have been exhausting, wasn’t it?”

Victor slumped onto the sofa and muttered, “it’s nothing. Just had a few drinks–got a bit of a headache, that’s all.”

“Let me get you a warm towel to freshen up.” Eliza rose and hurried to the bathroom. She grabbed a clean towel and rain it under was water.

Returning to the living room, Eliza bent down beside Victor and gently draped the warm towel over his forehead.

With gentle motions, she pressed and slowly wiped his forehead, her hand tracing the contours of his face as it glided down to his check.

Eliza’s gaze lingered on Victor’s slightly open collar, as the towel in her hand drifted downward with deliberate slowness.

The warm cloth brushed gently over his Adam’s apple, then glided down the curve of his neck to the hollow of his collarbone.

Victor involuntarily tilted his head slightly away as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

The towel traced his collarbone, then lingered suggestively over his chest.

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Chapter 85

Victor intercepted Eliza’s hand mid–air, halting its descent. He met her paze briefly before deliberately averting his eyes. “1904, you should get Don’t worry about me.”

“Alright, don’t overthink it. Go to bed endly.” Eliza smiled.

Victor watched her retreating figure, pinched the bridge of his nose, then let his head fall back against the sofa with a sigh

The cold glow of neon lights filtered through the window, casting a pale glow across Victor’s face. He let out a bitter chuckle and raked rudrated hand through his hair, a suffocating weight pressing in his chest.

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