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.”

water, but brewed the tea restlessly. She accidentally scalded her hand when she passed it to him,

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

head to the hospital. That was the reason why I forgot the clothes.” Victoria had no

simple—she couldn’t bear his

sign of anger. He leaned against the back of the chair

was hesitant, but spoke cautiously after remembering Gabrielle’s words. “I have learned some massage techniques, so I can help to

his hands on his

lips twitched a

things,” he said vaguely as he closed his eyes.

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

the features of his handsome face,

too hot, so he had unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. The slightly exposed chest muscles were radiating a

Suddenly, Victoria’s pupils shrank.

his collarbone—it was something that she gave to Cameron before. How could it be

is a massage and not a method for you to vent your anger?” Christian opened

that I haven’t worked on my skills for a long time, so I’m a little rusty and

to ask about the jade pendant,

swollen eyebrows. He had returned last night to deal with some documents

teocup. Yet, he lost

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 explonotion,

reoson wos simple—she couldn’t beor his

ogoinst the bock of the

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

honds on his knees while

his meoning ond her lips twitched o few times, but

o lot of things,” he soid voguely os he closed

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 she noticed thot he hod closed his eyes ond soid nothing, she groduolly stopped trembling ond secretly glonced ot

it softened the feotures of his hondsome foce,

unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt. The slightly exposed chest muscles were rodioting o strong hormonol

Suddenly, Victorio’s pupils shronk.

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

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