Unwilling Trophy Wife (Serena and Victor) novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

“That was vodka i was using for the dish it’s really strong. Why did you just drink it like that?” Keith could tell Serana coublert handia has at lea single beer earlier had already gotteri to her, let alone a full glass of vodka.

Serena’s cheeks flushed pink under the war

light, making her look even more enchanting she stood up and stumbled foward Rain in a dam

Without hesitation, she settled onto his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck without any other support.

“Seri?” Keith said.

Alyssa covered her eyes but kept peeking through her fingers at the scene across from her.

Keith noticed her gesture and felt a mix of helplessness and guilt, realizing he’d messed up. He decided to send Alyssa away f

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He said, “Serena’s had too much to drink, so I need to take care of her. Why don’t you go watch some cartoons in your room for a bit, okay?”

Despite her young age, Alyssa was sharp as a tack. She’d been dying for Serena to become her mom, and this was the perfect chance to push their relationship forward! She nodded eagerly and returned to her room, closing the door behind her.

“You bastard-“Serena mumbled groggily, finding something familiar about the arms holding her. For a moment, she mistook him for Victor.

She immediately pushed herself out of his embrace and pointed an accusatory finger at his nose. “Why are you in my house? This is my home, Victor- stay away from me!”

Keith was initially confused by her calling him a bastard. Still, after a moment, he realized she wasn’t talking about him–she meant Victor. He wondered. “How could she still remember Victor in this state?‘

Keith wasn’t sure what he was thinking, but he steadied her and said quietly, “I’m not Victor. I’m Keith.”

“Victor is a complete asshole! He lied to me, he hurt me, he wasted my time!” Serena cursed.

Even though Serena was directing her accusations at the wrong person, Keith found himself oddly charmed by this version of her.

She was nothing like her usual gentle, composed self–the one who seemed to wear the same pleasant expression for everyone and never appeared truly angry. This was the real her.

Without his support, Serena couldn’t stand on her own. Keith had to wrap his arm around her waist and guide her to her room.

With Serena this drunk tonight, Keith couldn’t risk sending her back to her original room–who knew what kind of drama would unfold between her and

Alyssa.

After settling Serena on the bed, Keith stared at her with exasperation and concern,

“Victor, we’ll never have anything between us again.” Serena’s eyes fluttered half–open, then suddenly focused on Keith’s handsome face. Confusion clouded her features.

“Who are you, handsome? What are you doing in my house?”

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