CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: EUGENE VAUGHN INVITES HER TO SLEEP TOGETHER AGAIN

Eugene Vaughn didn’t respond to her, put down his phone, "It’s starting."

Victoria Sinclair sat up, her face brimming with smiles, and before the movie even started, her mood was already uplifted, feeling extraordinarily relaxed and happy.

"How many times have you watched it?" Eugene asked her.

"Third time, never get tired of it."

Eugene fell silent.

Victoria asked him, "How about you?"

"First time."

Victoria was stunned, looking at him, dazed for a long time.

She couldn’t quite understand how he hadn’t seen such a funny and entertaining movie.

Perhaps, men are too mature and don’t like nonsensical comedies.

As the movie played, the two were amused by the film’s plot, laughing heartily.

The further it went, the more Victoria laughed freely, feeling she lost composure, covering her face with her hands, pressing onto the pillow on her thighs, and laughing uncontrollably.

Eugene peeled an orange while watching, carefully removing the white filaments from the orange, offering it next to her mouth.

Victoria, no longer holding back, opened her mouth to eat the orange he fed her.

Eugene fed her while eating himself.

After finishing the orange, he cleaned his hands with a wet wipe, naturally and intimately wrapping his arm around Victoria’s shoulder.

The movie was indeed funny, and the ridiculous plot made him cover his forehead, elegantly and helplessly unable to hold back his laughter.

Victoria was also in stitches from the part where Ah Sing and his friends threw flying knives at the landlady, each knife a boomerang, landing on Ah Sing himself, making her laugh until her stomach hurt, leaning unsteadily against Eugene’s chest.

Eugene embraced her waist from behind, holding her, feeling blissfully content.

During the scene where the landlady chased the protagonist like a rocket, knocking off her slippers and underwear, the absurdity left Eugene speechless yet amused, making him bury his face into Victoria’s neck and shoulder, laughing.

His breath felt warm.

It tingled on the skin of Victoria’s neck, making her body weak and numb, both itchy and tingling, her heart racing with realization of their proximity, close enough to embrace and tangle.

Due to the intimacy, she felt a flutter of nervousness and shy unease.

In Eugene’s arms, Victoria couldn’t relax enough to focus on the movie.

She made an excuse to grab juice from the coffee table, leaving Eugene’s embrace.

She sipped the juice, asking Eugene, "Do you want some?"

Eugene didn’t answer, reaching out to take the juice from her hand.

She was slightly startled.

A bit dazed.

Watching Eugene drink the juice she had drunk without any hesitation or disgust.

She looked at the table, seeing only a cup of juice and a cup of yogurt.

Her question clearly implied asking if Eugene wanted the juice in her hand.

But, having kissed, sharing a cup of juice seemed trivial.

Recalling the days when he declared his germophobia, wanting to discard clothes after she wore them, perhaps those hurtful times were over.

Eugene took a sip of juice, seeing her staring at him blankly, smiling as he asked, "What’s wrong?"

Victoria blushed with a smile, shook her head, and sat back upright, hugging the pillow to watch the movie.

Eugene placed the juice back on the coffee table.

His seated posture remained with his arm draped over the back of Victoria’s sofa, chest inclined toward her.

Victoria didn’t understand Eugene’s mindset, but his body language consistently revealed a desire to be close to her, to have contact.

And he made it particularly obvious.

A movie over an hour long.

The two watched until nearly midnight.

Victoria was reluctant for it to end, but tiredness weighed her eyelids down. She put down the pillow and turned her head to look at Eugene.

Eugene’s elbow rested on the sofa back behind her, supporting his head, chest almost touching her shoulder.

When she turned her head, she met his heated gaze.

Very close, very intimate.

Eugene’s breath was warm, his smile gentle, deep almond eyes seemingly bewitching, quietly gazing at her.

His eyes always gave a very deep, affectionate illusion, very beautiful, very captivating.

Victoria’s heart beat erratically, feeling flustered and at a loss, her nervous voice trembled, "It’s over, I’ll tidy up the living room, you... you should rest early."

Victoria just wanted to stand up, Eugene suddenly grasped her wrist, pulling her directly onto his lap, whispering softly, "Victoria, spend the night with me, will you?"

Victoria was too shy to open her eyes, her body already melted in his embrace, trembling with nervous anticipation.

Even without asking, if he directly took her to bed, she wouldn’t mind.

After all, they were husband and wife, fundamentally obliged to fulfill each other’s sexual needs.

Yet Eugene respected her, seeking her consent.

She, too, harbored expectations, even for two years.

But she just ate fruit, drank a lot of juice, and now needed the bathroom.

Though it would ruin the mood a bit, she truly couldn’t hold it and didn’t want to be uncomfortable doing it in bed, certainly affecting the experience.

Victoria gently pushed his shoulder, shyly evading his kiss, sheepishly saying, "I need to use the bathroom."

Eugene’s expression slightly darkened, releasing her waist.

Victoria hurriedly stood up and rushed to the room.

She entered the room, closed the door, and quickly ran to the bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, covering her face, she felt both shy and nervous, breathing deeply.

After using the bathroom, she worried about cleanliness, and she took off her sleepwear for another shower.

Having consumed food, she brushed her teeth again, applied fragrant face cream.

After finishing everything, opening the door, the living room was already dark.

The coffee table was tidied up.

Thinking of Eugene’s room, she felt a little lost, wondering if she should knock.

She could guess Eugene might be disappointed, thinking she made an excuse to avoid his invitation intentionally.

Just one proactive move to knock on his door.

They would officially be a couple.

And perhaps never need separate rooms again.

Be brave once, Victoria!