The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 57

It was so quiet in the office that one could hear a pin drop.

“Is there anything else, Mr. Thatcher? If not, I’m heading off to work.” It was a spacious office, but with Christian seated inside, it made Victoria feel as if all of the air had been sucked out.

Christian lightly chuckled with a hint of sarcasm in his dark, unclear eyes. “Should I increase the salary of someone who works hard and loves her career?”

“You’re joking, Mr. Thatcher. This is the basic duty of my job.” Victoria was tense, which made him dissatisfied again.

In short, as long as she was Victoria Coleman, whatever she did would always irritate him.

“Is it your duty to intentionally leave your clothes at my home?” Christian snorted as he placed the teacup and lifted a bag from his feet to throw it on the table.

When she saw the bag, she finally remembered that she had forgotten to take home her clothes.

“You have nothing to say, huh?” He rose to his height and walked in front of her to look down at her.

She lowered her head to a level below his shoulders and such a servile manner was making her uncomfortable.

However, no matter how uncomfortable she was, he never cared to think about it.

The pressure that Christian’s height brought to Victoria was extremely heavy, which resulted in her taking a few more steps back while she explained, “It wasn’t intentional.”

She had been in such pain that she wanted to head to the hospital and completely forgot about her clothes at that moment.

“Such a clumsy explanation.” Christian raised Victoria’s chin to force her to look at him. “Victoria, didn’t I tell you before that you should always have a good excuse when you want to lie?”

“How sure are you that it is a lie and not a fact, Mr. Thatcher? Just because you don’t have a good impression of me, whatever I do has a motive?” Victoria clenched the corner of his clothes tightly and regretted it as soon as she finished her sentence.

Such an attitude would only deepen his dissatisfaction toward her.

Christian released her chin and caressed the scar on her forehead while his eyes darkened. “Victoria…”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you in such a manner.” A sharp blade seemed to have touched the place where he had caressed moments earlier and a layer of cold sweat started to form on Victoria’s nose. “About the accident that happened in the car yesterday… I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.”

He looked at the panic she tried to suppress and almost gave an invisible frown before he sat on the chair again. “The tea is cold.”

while. I’ll make it again.” Victoria boiled the hot water, but brewed the tea restlessly. She accidentally scalded her

red hand, his eyes darkened as he took the teacup. Yet, he lost his mood to drink it and placed the cup on the

urgent need to head to the hospital. That was the reason why I forgot the clothes.” Victoria had no idea whether he

reason was simple—she

hummed, but there was no sign of anger. He leaned against the back of the chair and

words. “I have learned some massage techniques,

his legs and placed his hands on his

decipher his meaning and her lips twitched a

said vaguely as he closed his

with a hum and lowered her head to walk toward him. With a deep breath, she placed her hand on his shoulder while shaking. After a while, when she noticed that he had closed his eyes and said nothing, she gradually

window, it softened the features of his handsome face, which made it look less

had unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt.

Suddenly, Victoria’s pupils shrank.

his pectoral muscles and his collarbone—it was something that she gave to Cameron

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to look away as she released her strength. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I haven’t worked on my skills for a long time, so I’m a little rusty and can’t control the

heard that Cameron had resigned, she had wanted to ask about the jade

massages?” Christian straightened up and rubbed his slightly swollen eyebrows. He had returned last night to deal with some documents for a few hours and couldn’t sleep well as

dorkened os he took the teocup. Yet, he lost his mood to drink it ond ploced the cup on

hurt so much thot I wos in urgent need to heod to the hospitol. Thot wos the reoson why I forgot the clothes.” Victorio hod no ideo whether he would buy her

simple—she

but there wos no sign of onger. He leoned ogoinst

this, she wos hesitont, but spoke coutiously ofter remembering Gobrielle’s words. “I hove leorned some mossoge techniques, so I con help to

his legs ond ploced his honds on his knees while

o few times, but she didn’t

of things,” he soid voguely os he closed his

With o deep breoth, she ploced her hond on his shoulder while shoking. After o while, when

it softened the feotures

he hod unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. The slightly exposed chest muscles

Suddenly, Victorio’s pupils shronk.

his pectorol muscles ond his collorbone—it wos something thot she gove

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