Revenge on My Heartless Husband and Daughter (Tiffany) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120

He nodded and his hands finally released their hold on my hips. “Go.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Scrambling backward, I climbed out of the tub on my hands and knees, water streaming from my soaked clothes and hair. My legs shook as I stood, whether from cold or adrenaline. I grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around myself.

Without another word, I fled.

I almost slipped on the hardwood as I rushed down the stairs. I was shivering when I got to the kitchen. I stood dripping, staring at the bag of ice I’d left on the counter.

Run, Yve urged. Go to your room before he comes downstairs.

I knew she had a point. I didn’t know what version of him I’d find if I returned upstairs. But, my traitorous feet kept me rooted to the spot.

Damn it.

After what felt like an eternity of internal debate, I grabbed the bag of ice and headed back upstairs. I took a deep breath before reaching for the bathroom door.

It didn’t turn.

I tried again, but it still didn’t turn. Alexander had locked himself inside. And I didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified.

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I woke up the next morning thinking about Alexander with a distinct pit in my stomach. I feared the worst had happened. That he’d hit his head and was lying unconscious on the bathroom floor.

That singular thought had me springing out of bed and rushing out my room before I could think better of it. As I neared his bedroom door, I reduced my speed, walking on my toes instead, trying not to make a single sound.

But as I leaned against his door and strained to hear any sound from within, I forgot the Alpha would have heard me jump out of bed.

The door suddenly burst open, and with nothing to support my body, I stumbled forwards. His chest was mere inches from my face when I finally regained balance and forced myself back. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I forced myself to look up at him.

“Fine.”

Alexander stepped out of his room and shut the door behind him. I could feel his eyes on me as I hurried toward the kitchen.

I didn’t see him again as I worked to get breakfast ready, and I couldn’t hear him either. So, I just assumed he’d gone out. Once I’d arranged the pancakes, bacon, eggs and a jar of juice on the dining table, I rushed back upstairs.

Yve was yelling at me to head back down, but I ignored her and kept moving.

His bedroom looked normal and clean. Nothing appeared to be amiss. But I soon ate my words when I pushed the bathroom door open.

The smell hit me first. It was strong, making my stomach twist violently. I definitely should have listened to his warning. But every time he told me not to do something, it only made me want to do it

even more.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Alexander was right. I did regret coming into his room.

Without hesitation, I shut the bathroom door and rushed downstairs, only to find a smirking Alexander sitting at the dining table waiting for me. I couldn’t help but wonder if the entire thing had been a game to see what I would do.

I hesitated for a moment. But after encouragement from Yve, my legs began to move and I settled into the chair adjacent to Alexander.