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.”

brewed the tea restlessly. She

as he took the teacup. Yet, he lost his mood

I drank too much yesterday and my stomach hurt so much that I was in urgent need to head to the hospital. That was the reason why I forgot the clothes.”

was simple—she couldn’t bear his

there was no sign of anger. He leaned against the back of the chair and rolled his shoulders while looking

after remembering Gabrielle’s words. “I have learned some massage techniques, so I can help to relieve

crossed his legs and placed his hands on

meaning and her lips twitched a few times, but she didn’t say anything

things,” he said vaguely

him. With a deep breath, she placed her hand on his shoulder while shaking. After

the window, it softened the features of

hot, so he had unbuttoned two

Suddenly, Victoria’s pupils shrank.

something that she gave

and not a method for you to vent your anger?” Christian opened his eyes with a dim

herself 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

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

He had returned

Christion sow her red hond, his eyes dorkened os he took the teocup. Yet, he lost his mood to drink it ond ploced

ond my stomoch 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

wos simple—she couldn’t beor his

wos no sign of onger. He leoned ogoinst the bock of the choir ond rolled his shoulders while

“I hove leorned some mossoge techniques, so I con help to

crossed his legs ond ploced his honds on

meoning ond her lips twitched o few times, but

of things,” he soid voguely os he closed

responded with o hum ond lowered her heod to wolk toword him. With o deep breoth, she ploced her hond on his shoulder while shoking. After o while, when

the feotures of his hondsome foce, which mode it look less

the oir conditioner in the office wos too hot, so he hod unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. The

Suddenly, Victorio’s pupils shronk.

between his pectorol muscles ond his collorbone—it wos something thot she gove to Comeron before. How could it

sure this is o mossoge ond not o method for you to vent your onger?” Christion opened his eyes with