CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: EUGENE VAUGHN STEALS A KISS

Eugene Vaughn slightly parted his lips to breathe, his eyes warm, and his Adam’s apple moved.

He lowered his head, picked up Victoria Sinclair’s soft, delicate hand, and gently wiped it.

Her hand was very white, slender, tender, and soft, with pink, translucent, neat fingernails, appearing even more petite in his rough, firm hand.

"So hot, I need some water." Victoria turned sideways, eyes closed, reaching for the bedside cabinet, and accidentally knocked over the cup of water on the table.

Eugene quickly caught the cup, which had spilled more than half, and sighed helplessly.

"When you’re drunk, you’re really a handful," he said, his voice exceptionally gentle.

Eugene lifted her up and fed her the remaining half cup of water.

After drinking, Victoria finally quieted down, lying down to continue her sleep.

Eugene picked up her other hand to wipe it, only to find that the long sleeves she had just knocked over the cup with were completely soaked.

He tossed the towel onto the bedside cabinet, helplessly lowered his head, and covered his forehead, breathing heavily, his voice hoarse, "Victoria Sinclair, wake up and change into something dry before you sleep."

Victoria slept in a daze.

He lightly furrowed his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, got up, and went to Victoria’s room to fetch a cotton nightgown.

He sat on the edge of Victoria’s bed, lightly patted her cheek, "Victoria, wake up."

"Mm, mm!" Victoria responded.

"Wake up and change your clothes before sleeping." He had a cleanliness obsession and a slight compulsion, couldn’t stand sleeping in wet clothes, even if it was Victoria, he wouldn’t allow it.

Victoria changed her position, continued to sleep.

Eugene exhaled lightly, his voice deepening, "Should I help you change?"

"Mm." She answered drowsily.

He had never seen Victoria’s body, even when she was in a coma in the hospital the year before last, being taken care of, changing clothes and washing were all done by the nurse.

He swallowed, turned Victoria’s body to lie flat, his fingertips undoing the row of buttons in front of her.

He unbuttoned from top to bottom, passing the full, high chest, gradually exposing her.

The garment underneath was white, the alluring figure beneath extremely tempting, flat abdomen, skin porcelain white and tender, making his eyes hot and breathing uneven, deep and coarse.

His mouth was parched and uncomfortable.

When all the buttons were undone, he lifted Victoria’s soft body.

Victoria fell against him, her face pressing against his chest.

His body stiffened.

The whole body was as rigid as a board, even the bones felt soft.

He closed his eyes, slightly parted his lips to take a deep breath, the expelled breath warm, his whole body aflame, heart pounding painfully.

His hoarse, magnetic voice murmured softly, "Victoria Sinclair, I’ve restrained myself for two years, if you keep on like this, I won’t be able to hold back."

Victoria was completely unresponsive, her breathing light and steady.

Eugene inhaled deeply, continued to remove her shirt.

Her arms were slender, white, and soft.

Just taking off a shirt felt like a tremendous effort, the defense in his heart already collapsing.

He threw the clothes to the floor, picked up the nightgown to put it on her.

The hair band tying her loose long hair got pulled off together with the gown he put on.

Once dressed, Eugene gently placed her back onto the bed.

Her jet-black, silky long hair spread out on the pillow, her charming sleeping face like a shy pink rose, delicate and enticing.

He supported himself with one hand on the bed, leaned over her, gently arranged her scattered hair, his intense gaze lingering on her lovely face, fixed on her pink lips.

He stared for a long time.

The world seemed still, time frozen.

She was drunk, wouldn’t wake up!

His Adam’s apple moved, he licked his lips to moisten his dry throat, the unrest within him like a devil, uncontrollable, unquiet.

His head slowly lowered.

As he neared her lips, he closed his eyes, pressing onto those tempting, soft pink lips.

Upon kissing, his whole body trembled, his large hand suddenly gripping the bedsheet, trembling fingers tightly pinching the quilt, forcefully suppressing intense desire.

Restrain!

Restrain again!

Only allowed to steal a single kiss, nothing more!

But some things become addictive, like trying opium once.

That night, he took two cold showers, as Victoria lay beside him, he tossed and turned all night, burning restlessly, utterly unable to sleep, in the latter half of the night retreated to the living room sofa, finally managing to sleep.

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The next day, at noon.

When Victoria woke up, her head throbbed painfully, holding her head as she sat up, massaging her temples.

Getting drunk was really uncomfortable.

Never wanted to drink again.

Victoria sighed lightly, rubbed her eyes open, saw the decoration of the room, then looked down at the sheets and quilt, petrified.

She looked down to see that her clothes had been changed, suddenly pulled back the quilt, her pants were still on.

But it was more frightening than a horror movie.

Why was she in Eugene’s bed?

Did Eugene change her into pajamas?

Victoria held her face, bowed her head deep in thought.

She couldn’t recall anything, her mind blank, only remembering having fun with colleagues in the room.

She drank a lot, got drunk and uncomfortable, then fell asleep.

Oh, God! Did she act disgracefully last night?

Eugene had a cleanliness obsession, should she help him wash the sheets, change for a new set?

Victoria pulled back the quilt, got out of bed, couldn’t find her shoes, walked barefoot on the chilly floor out of his room.

The outside sunlight was bright, the living room bright and comfortable.

Eugene in casual attire, lazily, casually sat on the sofa, quietly looking at his phone.

Hearing a sound, he lifted his eyes to look at Victoria.

Victoria’s heart slightly trembled, paused, feeling guilty like doing something wrong, ears heated, heartbeat quickening, "Why did I sleep in your room last night?"

Eugene lowered his gaze, continued looking at his phone, "You vomited in your bed."

Victoria lightly bit her lip, so embarrassing!

Since childhood, she’d never been so disgraceful before others.

"I’m sorry, I’ll help you change and wash the sheets later." She walked to the entryway, taking out slippers to put on.

"No need." Eugene put down his phone, turned his head to look at her, "But I threw your quilt away, bought you a new set."

"I have another two sets in my closet."

"Already bought."

"Thank you." Victoria, awkward and constrained, didn’t dare bring up the issue of the changed sleepwear.

Once mentioned, the atmosphere would turn awkward.

They were spouses, no need to fuss over little things, nor to be overly reserved.

She looked at the time on the wall, it was exactly noon, 12 o’clock.

Eugene calmly asked, "Will you shower first, or have lunch?"

He loved cleanliness, couldn’t stand others being messy.

Victoria pulled at the nightgown, "I’ll shower first."

Saying this, she walked toward the room.

Approaching the doorway, she halted, pondered for a few seconds, turned to look at Eugene, "Today is Wednesday, aren’t you going to the office?"

"No."

"Then after I shower and have lunch, let’s go out together!"

Eugene’s elbow rested on the sofa, turned to face her, "Where?"

Victoria said calmly, "The Civil Affairs Bureau."