CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: EUGENE VAUGHN’S DOMINANT SEARING KISS

Victoria Sinclair felt a little sad. Besides Vivian Miller, who else could be at the First People’s Hospital?

Why was Eugene Vaughn afraid of her going to see Vivian Miller? Why was he so agitated? Was he afraid she’d harm Vivian Miller?

The ride-hailing car arrived in front of her, and Victoria Sinclair got in, reported the last few digits of her number, and calmly explained to Eugene Vaughn, "You don’t need to worry, I didn’t go looking for Vivian Miller. I know she’s also admitted here, but I’ve been taking care of my brother’s child all day. Last night, little Ze’s arm got broken by my sister-in-law, and there was a small area of brain bleeding. We realized something was wrong this morning and took him to the hospital for surgery, and my brother finally came to take over from me just now."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Victoria Sinclair thought it was a signal issue, she checked the screen, and the call time was still ticking, but there was just no sound.

After a long time without hearing Eugene Vaughn’s response, she said, "If you have nothing to say, I’m going to hang up."

"I’m sorry, Victoria." His voice was light and despondent, seemingly sinking to the bottom with a hint of guilt, "I’ll come to pick you up now."

"No need." Victoria Sinclair gazed out the car window at the nightscape, feeling a heavy burden on her heart, but her tone remained gentle, "I’ve already gotten in a ride-hailing car."

"Alright, be safe," Eugene Vaughn softly reminded her.

Victoria Sinclair didn’t reply, she hung up.

She felt mentally and physically exhausted, leaning back in her seat, she turned her head to watch the city’s night scene.

When she got home, it was already 11:40 PM.

Victoria Sinclair entered the house by unlocking the password lock, the living room lights were on. She changed into slippers at the entrance, put down her backpack, and walked into the house holding it.

In the living room, Eugene Vaughn was sitting properly on the sofa in casual pajamas, hands clasped together, his expression slightly dark, and his eyes like deep pools of water, seemingly calm but with undercurrents surging beneath, silently watching her.

"It’s so late, why haven’t you gone to bed yet?" Victoria Sinclair spoke first.

Without a word, Eugene Vaughn suddenly stood up, striding towards her.

Without warning, he pressed her against the wall, claiming her lips.

His arms were strong and powerful. Due to the height difference between them, to kiss her more easily and smoothly, he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall.

Victoria Sinclair’s feet left the ground, her hands weakly clinging to Eugene Vaughn’s shoulders.

The wall was hard, and so was his chest, pressing her body and causing some pain.

At this moment, she had no opportunity to speak, let alone refuse or resist.

Her mind went blank, only the sensory and bodily unfamiliar emotions ignited by his touch, exciting yet shy.

She couldn’t even recall how she was taken into Eugene Vaughn’s room and pressed onto the large bed.

Everything happened so seamlessly.

"I haven’t showered yet."

Eugene Vaughn’s voice was hoarse, "No need to shower."

"I want to shower," Victoria Sinclair’s tone was very firm.

She didn’t know what got into Eugene Vaughn to make him so uncharacteristically this night.

But regardless of whether Eugene Vaughn was a germaphobe, she had standards for herself. She didn’t want to leave a bad impression on him for her first time.

However, in the summer it’s inevitable to have sweat or other odors.

Even if there were none, she wanted to be fragrant, pleasant, and comfortable.

Eugene Vaughn buried his face in her neck, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, seemingly using strong willpower to suppress a certain impulse.

Victoria Sinclair felt the skin on her neck tingling and burning from his breath, a tingling sensation spreading throughout her limbs, her heart racing wildly.

After struggling for a while, Eugene Vaughn made a concession, "Fine, but you have to shower in the bathroom in my room."

Victoria Sinclair felt very flustered.

But her thoughts were clear.

Eugene Vaughn must have been stimulated in some way, but what stimulation caused him to become like this?

From a gentle, polite gentleman to becoming crazy, overbearing, and a bit impatient.

Shortly after, Eugene Vaughn gently released her, sat up, and gazed intently at her face with scorching eyes.

Victoria Sinclair’s cheeks were flushed, not daring to meet his heated gaze, she slowly slid off the bed, "I’ll go back to my room to get my pajamas."

Eugene Vaughn held her wrist, pulling her towards the bathroom with a firm and authoritative attitude, "There’s no need to change, there are new towels and a toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet, and the body wash and shampoo are of the same brand as yours."

Victoria Sinclair was forcefully pushed into the bathroom by him.

She turned to look at the frosted bathroom door, vaguely seeing Eugene Vaughn leaning against the door frame, his head bowed down.

What’s wrong with him?

Turning suddenly so impatient, was he afraid she’d escape?

After leaning against the door frame for a while, he walked away.

Outside the bathroom.

Eugene Vaughn sat on the edge of the bed, bent over with his head in his hands, his wide shoulders burdened with an indescribable icy chill enveloped around him.

Without Victoria Sinclair, his body’s warmth dissipated, seemingly descending into an ice cave.

As the minutes passed, his heavy breathing gradually calmed.

After a long time, the bathroom door opened a small crack.

Victoria Sinclair timidly peeped, "I’m sorry, Eugene, I think I’m having my period."

Eugene Vaughn straightened up, turned his head to look at Victoria Sinclair, his eyes softening, with a hint of tenderness and helplessness, his expression also relaxed, he let out a soft sigh, gently smiled and shook his head, "It’s okay."

Victoria Sinclair’s face was flushed, her eyes shy, she softly asked, "Can you help me get my pajamas from my room, the sanitary pads are in the cabinet drawer."

Eugene Vaughn nodded, got up, and walked out of the room.

In no time, he returned with pajamas and underwear, with a night sanitary pad tucked in between.

He knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, and he handed it inside.

As Victoria Sinclair took the clothes, ready to close the door, "Why is there no bra?"