Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Driven to a Corner, His Aggressiveness
"Slap!"
The response to Julian Fordham was a fierce slap, Victoria Monroe’s eyes filled with anger: "Shameless!"
After receiving a slap from Victoria Monroe, Julian Fordham also calmed down a bit.
"Victoria, I know your body hasn’t recovered yet, I’m not planning to touch you, I just want to kiss you."
Victoria Monroe was so angry that her blood was boiling, she took a deep breath, not wanting to hurt the child in her belly because of Julian Fordham.
Victoria Monroe picked up a pillow and threw it hard at him, she shrank to the head of the bed, looking at him with a face full of vigilance, "Stay away from me."
Julian Fordham thought of the pain of a thunderstorm night, he dared not overly provoke Victoria Monroe.
"Okay, I won’t touch you, I’ll go get you something to eat."
Victoria Monroe was already by his side, what he had to do was to slowly win her back, not act too hastily, pushing her further away.
After he left, Victoria Monroe jumped out of bed, wanting to see if he was lying to her, she searched the entire plane but didn’t see her grandmother.
Indeed, she wasn’t on the plane.
Rhys Hawthorne must have discovered her and her grandmother’s disappearance, would he look for her? Victoria Monroe was uncertain.
However, Rhys Hawthorne became the only redeemer reaching out to her in this predicament.
She must contact Rhys Hawthorne, this was her only chance to escape from Julian Fordham.
Victoria Monroe returned to the master bedroom searching for her phone, Julian Fordham’s voice came from behind her, "Victoria, what are you looking for?"
She didn’t pretend anymore, directly said, "Give me back my phone."
Julian Fordham placed the tray on the table, turned on the room’s lights, he was dressed in a dark-blue satin pajamas, matching his distinctly featured face, the whole person seemed noble yet lazy.
He stepped closer to Victoria Monroe, the former lover, now when he approached Victoria Monroe, it only made her panic-stricken.
She subconsciously retreated, Julian Fordham pressed forward step by step until he forced her into a corner.
The shadow cast by the tall figure of the man enveloped Victoria Monroe, as if confining her within his own domain, not giving her a moment of relief.
His gaze fell on Victoria Monroe’s delicate yet anxious little face, his voice carrying a hint of danger: "Victoria, do you want to contact Rhys Hawthorne?"
Victoria Monroe didn’t want to provoke Julian Fordham, from his conversation with Lana Jameson, she learned that he had been ill for several years.
This made sense of why he had been so extreme to tie her in the bathroom before, once he was pushed too far, she was inherently the weaker party, it wouldn’t do her any good.
Victoria Monroe changed her words: "I want to contact Grandma, her health is not good, not seeing her makes me uneasy."
Julian Fordham raised his hand and touched Victoria Monroe’s face, "Grandma is on a luxury yacht with a full medical team onboard, and she’s accompanied by October, you can rest assured, I’ll connect to video right away."
Victoria Monroe avoided his hand, "Okay."
Julian Fordham contacted the people over there, and soon grandma’s smiling face appeared on the screen.
"Grandma, are you okay?" Victoria Monroe asked worriedly.
To her surprise, grandma was particularly happy, October nestled obediently in her arms, she sat in a wheelchair on the deck, behind her was the endless sea.
"Girl, I’m on the sea, today the sea is so beautiful."
The old lady’s eyes were full of excitement, the white hair at her ears floated in the wind, she seemed to have become ten years younger.
Without memory, one is unburdened, even more free.
Seeing her so happy, Victoria Monroe just reminded: "The wind is strong on the sea, don’t stay out too long."
"Okay."
Grandma is now like a child of a few years old, guileless, not knowing how Julian Fordham’s people lied to her, she didn’t suspect a thing.
Ending the call, Julian Fordham looked at her with tenderness in his eyes, "Do you believe me now? Grandma watched me grow up, how could I hurt her?"
Victoria Monroe still had a stern face, "Where are you taking us? Why separate us?"
"Victoria, I said before I want to make up for the neglect towards you in the past."
"I don’t need it!"
Julian Fordham backed away, now Victoria Monroe had strong aversion towards him, she seemed like a taut bow and arrow, ready to be released.
"Have something to eat first, there’s still a few hours before landing."
Victoria Monroe was indeed hungry, so she didn’t stand on ceremony with Julian Fordham.
Julian Fordham knew she had a miscarriage a week ago, and the food prepared was also nourishing for her, Victoria Monroe ate some.
Her only wish now was to protect the remaining child.
At this point, Julian Fordham wouldn’t touch her for now, she could only wait for the opportunity.
After eating, she returned to bed and lay down again, Julian Fordham lay beside her, keeping a distance.
He seemed very happy, "Over these years I was blinded by profits, obscured my eyes, but now I realize that letting go of all this, being with the one you love is true freedom."
Victoria Monroe didn’t respond to him, there’s a barrier between them, the life of their daughter.
She couldn’t forgive him for waking up due to Julian Fordham’s realization, replacing her daughter’s forgiveness.
The plane landed at Malpensa Airport.
Victoria Monroe was a bit dazed, she didn’t expect Julian Fordham to bring her to Milara.
This season, like Kenton, winter in Milara, the temperature was not high, the cold wind raised the pedestrians’ cloaks on the street corners.
Arriving in Milara at dusk, the car shuttled through the streets of a foreign country, the setting sun cast on the Gothic-style Milara Cathedral, as if plated with a layer of gold.
The whole complex and grand building was half bathed in sunlight, half in dim shadows, presenting a stark contrast in polarities.
Just like the contradictory and torn-apart Julian Fordham.
Soon Victoria Monroe knew why he brought her to Milara, he took her to the home of a chief designer of a luxury bespoke brand, the person’s home had a unique style, especially with many display rooms set up like a mall.
Behind the glass showcase were many precious gowns that female celebrities in the circle fought over.
The designer was in his fifties, tall, dressed casually, and seemed very familiar with Julian Fordham.
"Julian, nice to see you, is this your wife?"
"Yes."
They used Italian, which Victoria Monroe didn’t understand well, but could roughly guess that this jerk must have introduced her as his wife.
She toured all of the designer’s works, thinking if she could get a phone somewhere.
Fortunately, she had a good memory, and Rhys Hawthorne’s number was easy to remember.
She was looking for an opportunity, and when she looked up again, at the end of the showcase hung a stunning wedding dress.
No woman can resist a wedding dress, Victoria Monroe also stopped thinking, her eyes filled with the white wedding dress shining like stars.
Julian Fordham pressed against her from behind, his voice filled with magnetism, "Victoria, this wedding dress was customized for you a year ago, I thought, once I captured the share of the European market, I would hold a wedding for you and travel the world with you."
Yet Victoria Monroe wasn’t moved, a mocking cold smile appeared at the corner of her lips, "Is it compensation for making test tubes with someone else, or charity for me?"
"Julian Fordham, the more you act like this, the more disgusted I feel."
Kenton.
Night had already fallen, Rhys Hawthorne held prayer beads, judging from his increasingly fast movements, his emotions were extremely unstable.
Assistant Woods cautiously spoke, "Found them, Ms. Monroe and Julian Fordham landed in Milara, should we go?"
Ding——
Rhys Hawthorne glanced at his phone, it was a photo sent by Julian Fordham.
In the photo, the woman wore a snow-white trailing wedding dress, even though it was just a back view, Rhys Hawthorne could recognize her even if she turned to ashes.
She was Victoria Monroe!