Alexandre Montfort's doubts

Victoire Wentworth stared at Antoine Wentworth in sheer disbelief.

Being removed from the vice - president position and forced to move back to the school dormitory was already excessive enough, but now they even wanted to confiscate her bank card? What was the use of recharging the meal card? Could it be used for daily consumption?

Claire Wentworth watched Victoire Wentworth's expressive face with interest for a while, then curved her lips and said, "Since it's decided that she should move out of The Wentworth family and live in the dormitory, we should set a time."

"Let her move tomorrow!" Antoine Wentworth made an immediate decision.

Claire Wentworth smiled and looked at Alexandre Montfort, "Young Master Montfort, what do you think?"

Alexandre Montfort nodded in response, "Just do as Mr. Antoine said."

Antoine Wentworth let out a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Claire Wentworth thanked Alexandre Montfort, then turned to Antoine Wentworth and the other members of The Wentworth family, saying, "Since Young Master Montfort has spoken, this matter is only related to Victoire Wentworth. You can all get up."

The members of The Wentworth family were greatly relieved and stood up one by one. As soon as Ethan Wentworth and Oscar Wentworth got up, they quickly hid behind their parents, afraid of being seen by Claire Wentworth.

In an instant, only Victoire Wentworth, Simone Lefort, Lucas Moreau, and Madame Moreau were left kneeling on the ground.

Lucas Moreau thought that since Claire Wentworth could plead for The Wentworth family, she would surely speak up for him too. However, instead of hearing her ask him to get up, he heard Alexandre Montfort ask Claire Wentworth, "Madam, is there anything else to deal with?"

Claire Wentworth glanced at Lucas Moreau and his mother thoughtfully, then shook her head, "No."

"Then shall we go home?"

"Okay."

After that, the two of them seemed to have forgotten about the Moreau mother and son, and left hand in hand.

Lucas Moreau raised his head, his eyes red. He stared intently at their backs. One was tall and the other was short, yet somehow, their figures exuded an indescribable harmony and naturalness.

Suddenly, the words Claire Wentworth had said to him not long ago echoed in Lucas Moreau's ears: I married Young Master Montfort willingly. After all, in terms of appearance, power, charisma, means, and ability, he is thousands of times better than you.

In an instant, he felt that the two hands held together were extremely dazzling! Unconsciously, even he himself didn't realize that his face was now full of jealousy.

Madame Moreau gave Victoire Wentworth a hateful glare. After getting up, she didn't even say hello to Victoire and her mother, and just dragged Lucas Moreau away.

After this incident, everyone lost their appetite for the meal and left one after another. As everyone passed by Victoire Wentworth, their eyes were filled with blame and disgust.

A shrewish woman, as she passed by, wrinkled her brows and spat, "Jinxy! Bah!"

Victoire Wentworth was so angry that she trembled all over. Unfortunately, this time, no one paid any attention to her.

Alexandre Montfort held Claire Wentworth's hand until they got into the car, then reluctantly let go. There was still a lingering smile at the corner of Claire Wentworth's eyes. She never expected that Alexandre Montfort had actually come to help her today. He had shown her with his actions that he was willing to be her support.

Suddenly, she felt that all the thoughts she had after seeing him appear were rather unreasonable. Especially considering that she was one of the culprits who had caused him to be bedridden, Alexandre Montfort's behavior tonight was all the more commendable.

She suddenly felt a bit guilty and silently lowered her head, really not daring to look at him. He was too smart, and she was afraid that if he looked at her a few more times, he would see through her secrets.

Alexandre Montfort slightly frowned and asked, "Why don't you dare to look at me? Are you nervous?"

"No, I'm not nervous." Claire Wentworth firmly denied.

"Claire Wentworth." Alexandre Montfort called her name, "You said that we are a community of interests. So in front of me, you don't need to hide. Whenever you need help, feel free to speak up. You don't have to fight alone!"

Claire Wentworth was silent for a moment. She admitted that his words were very touching, so touching that she was a little moved at that moment.

However, she couldn't. Because this outstanding man had Sophie Chevalier in his heart.

Reborn in this life, her primary task was to seek revenge. She glanced at him and added in her heart: She also needed to make up for the mistakes she made in her previous life. And they were just in a cooperative relationship.

Moreover, a man like Lucas Moreau could have fooled her around in her previous life, let alone Alexandre Montfort, who was thousands of times smarter than Lucas Moreau. With his intelligence, he would surely find out the truth sooner or later.

What she had to do was to cure him before the truth was revealed. Then she would leave far away, as far as possible, to avoid being turned into a handful of ashes in a small box by him.

After building up her mental state, Claire Wentworth raised her head and smiled at him, "Thank you, Young Master Montfort. I'll remember that."

"En."

The car compartment fell into silence. Claire Wentworth lowered her head, looking at his legs that had no sensation, and silently pondered how to cure him. It seemed not easy to do it by herself. The knowledge she learned in her previous life was only theoretical and had not been tested in practice.

She must hurry up and find her master from her previous life, Gaston Leroux. He had taught her everything. Moreover, if she wanted to perform an operation on Alexandre Montfort, she would need an assistant, and her master was undoubtedly the best candidate.

While she was thinking, Alexandre Montfort suddenly said, "In the future, no matter where you go when you go out, take Jocelyn with you. She's trustworthy."

Claire Wentworth nodded, "I will."

"She's not someone I put by your side to monitor you. She's your bodyguard."

Claire Wentworth nodded again, "I know."

They were chatting amicably when Alexandre Montfort suddenly changed the topic, "Claire Wentworth, it was you who saved me that night two years ago, right?"

"Uh?" Claire Wentworth was startled, and her fingers subconsciously grabbed the corner of her skirt.

"Why don't you want to admit it?"

Because it was not a life - saving act, but a life - threatening needle...

"Don't you want to say?"

Claire Wentworth tried hard to put on an innocent expression, blinked her eyes, and looked up in confusion, "Young Master Montfort, why would you think so?"

"Victoire Wentworth always steals things from you. That cufflink was also snatched by her, right?"

Claire Wentworth firmly shook her head, "No. I've never seen that cufflink. Didn't Victoire Wentworth say she picked it up?"

"Just now, you wanted to expose Victoire Wentworth's lie that she wasn't my savior. How did you know she wasn't?"

"Uh... well, because Victoire Wentworth isn't that kind of person. Let me put it this way, if Victoire Wentworth saved a cat or a dog, she would make a big fuss about it, wishing everyone in the world knew. But she kept this huge thing of saving you a secret for two years! This is clearly a lie."

Alexandre Montfort stared at her, "Is it really because of this?"

Claire Wentworth nodded affirmatively, "Yes."

Alexandre Montfort stared at her deeply for a long time. Finally, in her calm and sincere gaze, he disappointedly lowered his eyes.

This little girl clearly saved him but didn't want to admit it. Why? Could there be a deeper reason behind what happened two years ago? Was her appearance there not a coincidence? Was she afraid that he would find out that they were actually in an opposing relationship?

Claire Wentworth forced herself to remain calm, trying hard to ignore her back that was already soaked with sweat. Alexandre Montfort was too smart. She felt that she had to speed up, whether it was for revenge or to save him.

When they arrived at the villa, Claire Wentworth got out of the car first, then reached out to help Alexandre Montfort out. The two walked hand in hand to the first floor, and Claire Wentworth sent him to the elevator, "Young Master Montfort, good night."

"Come together." He didn't want to let go of her hand.

Claire Wentworth was silent for a moment and then walked into the elevator with him. Leo, who was left outside, had to turn around and start climbing the stairs.

When he climbed to the second floor, the elevator door opened. The young master had a smile on his lips, seemingly in a good mood. The young mistress also had a smile on her face, and she also seemed to be in a good mood. Well, everyone was in a good mood, except his legs... which were giving him trouble.

Claire Wentworth returned to her room, closed the door, and silently raised her hand to cover her mouth. Her smile gradually grew wider... Just thinking about what had happened just now, her cheeks burned hot. Why would he say such things?