Chapter 124: Chapter 124

This kiss felt as if it lasted an entire century.

Victoria Sinclair was kissed so hard she was nearly suffocating, her lips slightly swollen and sore. Every attempt to struggle felt like sinking into a quagmire, futile and in vain.

Her body and will were in fierce conflict, reason screaming at her, warning that this had crossed the boundaries of friendship, yet her body honestly craved his kiss, sinking into it bit by bit, unable to extricate herself.

Finally, Eugene Vaughn reluctantly released her. Follow current novᴇls on novᴇlfire.net

Their rapid breathing intertwined, the air filled with a blush-inducing heat and ambiguity. Victoria squinted her eyes, completely afraid to look directly at Eugene, her heart pounding as if it would break through her chest, its rhythm utterly chaotic.

"We can’t even be friends anymore." Victoria’s voice was hoarse, soft and weak.

Eugene locked his burning gaze on her flushed face, his voice like rich, slightly tipsy liquor: "Just because I couldn’t help kissing you?"

"You’ve crossed the line." Victoria feigned calm, putting on a fearless facade as she met his gaze, "There’s no basic respect between friends."

"I’m sorry." Eugene propped his hands on the island, trapping her in front of him, his eyes full of guilt, "I couldn’t control myself, it’s my fault."

"This no longer matters." Victoria pushed his shoulder forcefully, saying urgently, "Let me down."

Eugene remained rooted like a tree, motionless, gazing at her affectionately. Her unmistakable shy gaze and the persistent blush on her face all made his heart flutter.

"The advantage of you not wearing makeup is that I can clearly see you blushing." Eugene’s voice gently floated, rich and tender, as he moved his lips closer to her again, his eyes fixed steadily on her face.

Victoria turned her face hastily, avoiding his approach, the blush quickly spreading to her ears, even her fair neck tinged with pink, appearing especially alluring in the ambiguous atmosphere.

"How are you any different from Ethan?" Victoria’s breathing grew increasingly rapid, her heart in turmoil.

Eugene pressed his nose against her cheek, closing his eyes slowly, taking a deep breath, speaking softly, "The difference is, you resist him with your life, physically repulsed by him. But with me, you don’t resist, you even enjoy kissing me."

Victoria was rendered speechless by his words, unable to refute him at all.

Eugene straightened up, suddenly pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly, his chin resting on the top of her head, his eyes deep and touched with a hint of sadness, looking into the distance, his voice filled with grief and regret: "For the past six months, I’ve been thinking, if I hadn’t cared so much about you and Nathan, if I had become a real husband to you and treated you well, perhaps we’d already have a child by now, and we’d be a happy family of three. We wouldn’t have come to the step of divorce."

Victoria’s heart twitched violently, her eyes inexplicably moist.

She knew better than anyone, there’s no medicine for regret in this world, what has been missed can never be returned.

"Victoria, it doesn’t matter if you don’t love me." Eugene’s throat choked, his voice sounding like it had been weathered by the wind and frost, "But please don’t leave me, we can get along like we used to, even without names or labels, as long as I can see you every day."

Victoria let out a soft breath, only feeling a blockage in her chest, her pulse pounding at her fingertips, a strong urge to cry surging in her heart.

She wasn’t a woman who easily cried, nor was she that sentimental, yet at this moment, the unbearable emotions completely overwhelmed her.

Once, when she put all her heart into loving Eugene, he didn’t cherish it.

Now, she no longer wished to love, nor wanted to step into marriage again. She had already planned her future, and in her blueprint, there was no place for Eugene.

She had always been independent and rational, almost never changing a decision once made.

"Eugene, we are divorced, there will be no future." Victoria said ruthlessly, "I now realize, we aren’t even suited to be friends."

"Then can we be a couple?" Eugene gently stroked the back of her head, bending down to kiss the top of her head, smelling the faint fragrance in her hair, murmuring softly, "I will be a qualified boyfriend."

"I don’t want any connection with you." Victoria clenched her fists, hardening her heart, speaking word by word, "We shouldn’t meet again, each be well, okay?"

Eugene let go of her, stepping back, cupping her face in his hands, looking into her eyes, his eyes gradually turning red: "No."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Victoria sighed helplessly, her eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.

"Desiring you for twelve years, clearly within reach yet unable to grasp tightly, if it were you, wouldn’t you go crazy?" Each word from Eugene seemed squeezed from the depths of his heart, carrying the warmth of blood, the blood vessels in his eyes gradually turning red.

Victoria was completely dumbfounded, watching the tears flashing in his eyes, the endless pain in those reddened eyes, she completely couldn’t understand: "What twelve years?"

"Twelve years of wanting you." Eugene struggled to squeeze out this complete sentence from his throat, his emotions almost on the brink of collapse.

He didn’t want to lose control in front of her, so he kissed her lips again, trying to soothe the deepest pain in his heart through it.

Victoria was completely paralyzed, letting him kiss her, her soul seemingly extracted from her body, plunged into a void of thoughts.

Wanting her, the words blunt and explicit, her first thought was sex.

But twelve years... When did this start?

Middle school? That’s when his first love began.

This thought struck Victoria like a bolt from the blue, exploding in her mind.

She had heard stories about his first love, could the protagonist be her? But no, she had only known Eugene for more than two years, and had never dated him.

When she came to her senses, she realized something was amiss.

"Hmm?" She frantically pushed against Eugene.

Eugene, however, ignored her, kissing her deeply, lifting her by the hips, and leaving the kitchen.

He kicked open the room door, pressing her onto the bed, their lips and teeth entangled, as if wanting to unleash all the longing from the past twelve years in this moment.

Their breaths mingled chaotically, and just before losing control, Eugene left her lips, propped himself on the bed with his elbow, his deep eyes filled with desire, looking down at her blushing face.

Victoria’s chest rose and fell violently, breathing rapidly and irregularly, gripping the sheets tightly as she gazed quietly at him.

Both of them struggled to control themselves in this passionate and confused atmosphere, the air filled with a heated aura, with amorous elements wafting freely.

Eugene’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping: "We’re all adults, you know what I want to do now, will you refuse?"

Victoria’s heart suddenly sped up, the rhythm completely chaotic, her breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

Her blood was boiling wildly in her veins, her body and mind filled with desire, yet reason desperately tugged at her, telling her this shouldn’t happen. Since she had already decided to let go, she should end it cleanly, never again to have any lingering ties with her ex-husband.

But she had underestimated the strong desire deep in her heart.

This power, coupled with physical needs, nearly made her lose her reason, turning her insane.

"If I refuse, will you respect me?" Her voice carried a slight tremor, tinged with nervousness and shyness.

"I will." Eugene answered with a bitter smile, "Although I could easily have you, I won’t force you."

Victoria only felt her face burning hot, a mix of shyness and nervousness making her at a loss.

In her future plans, there were originally no men, nor marriage. She had thought she wouldn’t touch love again in this lifetime.

But Eugene before her, handsome and charming, had a fatal attraction for her.

She also wanted to try this never-before-experienced sex, especially since this man was someone she had once deeply loved.

"I don’t refuse." Victoria said with shyness, slowly hooking her arms around his neck.

Eugene’s body suddenly stiffened, his breath catching instantly, his eyes full of shock and ecstasy.

He seemed unable to believe his ears, frozen in place, immobile.

Victoria Sinclair slowly closed her eyes, hooking his neck, and gently pulled him down.

With her consent, Eugene Vaughn’s last bit of self-control instantly collapsed. He kissed her lips again, his hands urgently yet tenderly unbuttoning her clothes.

Victoria Sinclair nervously endured his storm-like deep kisses, her body trembling slightly beyond her control.

The long night passed, and afterwards, she was filled with regret.

In the morning, thick fog shrouded the entire sea like a veil.

The sea was calm, the yacht slowly moving along, emitting a soft hum.

Victoria Sinclair woke up feeling weak and hungry.

She realized she was tightly wrapped in the man’s warm embrace, skin touching skin. This intimate contact made her feel extremely shy.

She dared not open her eyes, but her stomach betrayed her by growling loudly.

The gentle, even breathing of a man sounded beside her ear. She slowly opened her eyes, cautiously lifting her head from his warm chest to stealthily glance at him.

Eugene Vaughn was still asleep. His handsome features were clearly visible before her eyes, the chiseled facial features, the sexy Adam’s apple, and the faint stubble on his chin, all exuding the charm of a mature man.

She exhaled lightly in nervousness, cautiously lifting his large hand that was draped around her waist.

With just a slight movement, Eugene Vaughn suddenly tightened his arm, turning to hold her even closer, as if wanting to pull her into his heart.

He wasn’t fully awake, his voice lazy and hoarse: "Victoria, it’s not dawn yet."

Victoria nestled her face in his chest, exhaling softly, swallowing nervously, and said in a low voice, "It’s morning, I’m starving, and want to find something to eat."

Eugene Vaughn tensed slightly, slowly opened his eyes, glanced outside the window, then lowered his head and gently kissed her hair, "What do you want to eat? I’ll make it for you."

"Anything is fine." Victoria’s voice carried a hint of softness.

Eugene Vaughn withdrew his arm from beneath her neck and slowly got up.

Victoria hurriedly tugged the quilt over, wrapping it tightly around herself.

Even though they had already shared the most intimate of moments, she still felt inexplicably shy at this moment, not daring to look at him, just feeling her whole body burning.

Eugene Vaughn noticed her actions and her always tightly closed eyes, smiled knowingly, leaned over and pressed a light kiss on her flushed cheek, whispered softly beside her earlobe: "You can sleep a bit more, I’ll bring the breakfast in for you to eat."

Victoria lightly nodded, burying her face in the quilt.

Eugene Vaughn gently tidied her disheveled long hair, got up, picked up the clothes on the floor, and went into the bathroom to freshen up.

It was not until Eugene Vaughn had finished washing up and went out to make breakfast that Victoria dared to sit up from the bed.

She clutched the quilt, holding her head in her hands, burying it in her knees, her heart full of regret.

What was she thinking! Their previously pure relationship had now become more complicated.

From Eugene Vaughan’s wild performance last night, she worried he might really get addicted.

Victoria scratched her long hair, unable to find her clothes, had to cover herself with the quilt, and dragged her sore, aching legs towards the bathroom.

She filled a bathtub with hot water and soaked herself, gradually easing the aches and pains in the warm water.

Eugene Vaughn entered the room carrying a cup of milk and a sandwich.

Victoria was no longer in bed. He set down the breakfast and walked to the bathroom door to knock: "Victoria, are you inside?"

"Mm." Victoria responded softly.

He didn’t urge her, stood by the bedside watching the soiled bed sheets, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

After quietly standing for over ten seconds, he picked up the sheets, tugging them off. Then, he took out new bedding from the cabinet and replaced it.

He neatly folded the soiled sheets, placing them in a bag, putting them beneath his phone and watch.

Time ticked by second by second.

Victoria soaked in the bathroom for half an hour.

Eugene Vaughn knocked on the door again: "Victoria, are you okay?"

"I’m fine." Victoria replied again, stepping out of the water, only to realize she had no clothes.

She wrapped herself in a towel, stood at the door, and asked shyly: "Eugene, where are my clothes?"

"I put them in the washing machine to wash and dry, it might take a while, you can just come out wrapped in a towel for now."

Victoria looked at the towel on her body, it barely covered anything. Although there was heating in the room, she was not accustomed to appearing so exposed in front of Eugene Vaughn.

She wrapped herself in the towel, then draped the quilt she had brought in over herself, before opening the door and stepping out.

Eugene Vaughn sat in the leisure chair, neatly dressed, his heated gaze fixed firmly on her, the warmth in his eyes so strong it was about to spill over.

He gently patted the seat beside him and spoke with extraordinary tenderness: "Breakfast is ready, come over and eat."

Victoria couldn’t understand what was wrong with her, the moment their eyes met, her heart inexplicably raced, nervous and shy, feeling entirely uncomfortable.

She lowered her gaze and walked over to sit beside him on the couch, picking up the milk and taking a sip, pretending to ask nonchalantly: "Have you eaten?"

"I’m not hungry." Eugene Vaughn’s gaze never moved away from her shy face.

Victoria didn’t speak further, picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Perhaps it was because she was too hungry, she thought it was the best sandwich she ever had.

She ate quickly, her mouth stuffed full.

Eugene Vaughn chuckled indulgently, his fingertips gently brushing her lips.

Victoria’s body stiffened abruptly, pausing for several seconds before turning her head to look at him.

As their eyes met, it was as if she saw last night’s passion and tenderness reflected in Eugene Vaughn’s eyes.

Victoria’s heartbeat once again accelerated dramatically, her cheeks quickly flushed red. She quickly lowered her head, continuing to eat the sandwich, trying to hide her inner upheaval.

Eugene Vaughn’s gaze remained gentle and fiery, as if wanting to engrave every tiny expression of hers deep into his heart.

"Eat slowly, don’t choke." Eugene Vaughn reminded softly, his tone filled with fondness.

Victoria lightly nodded, slowing down her chewing.

She could feel Eugene Vaughn’s gaze never leaving her, feeling both nervous and subtly sweet inside.

This complex emotion left her at a loss, only able to concentrate on the food in her hand, attempting to calm the waves in her heart.