CHAPTER 65: CHAPTER 65: FIRST KISS UNDER THE STREETLIGHT

Victoria Sinclair’s heart was racing, as if it had jumped to her throat, and she clenched her fists nervously.

Her thoughts were a mess, and her breathing was erratic too.

Eugene Vaughn’s warm breath softly enveloped her cheeks, making her body feel weak and her eyes shut tight with nervous anticipation.

In that moment when he kissed her.

She melted like water, her legs almost unable to support her as her body trembled.

Victoria Sinclair never knew a man could smell so good, his lips so soft.

Eugene Vaughn never smoked, his breath was fresh, and he carried a faintly pleasant scent, even his kiss had a sweet, unique fragrance.

Under the streetlamps, Victoria was kissed tenderly for a long, long time, until she felt her heart would explode, her mind too.

She couldn’t help but reach out and hug Eugene’s waist.

For Victoria Sinclair, this was her first kiss.

The first feeling was surprisingly wonderful.

Her first love, her husband, kissed her tenderly for the first time on the street at night, under the hazy streetlight.

She wanted to freeze this moment forever.

She even forgave Eugene Vaughn for his coldness toward her over the past two years.

She even consoled herself, saying Eugene just took two years to deal with his cleanliness obsession, now that it’s gone, he could accept her, he could kiss her.

She even felt like crying.

After waiting two years, her first love finally decided to accept her.

This kiss ended reluctantly just as Victoria Sinclair was almost out of breath.

Her face turned as red as a ripe peach, shyly dipping her head as she gently pursed her lips, feeling his taste and essence linger upon them.

Eugene’s breath was just as unsteady, immediately pulling her into his embrace.

The embrace after the kiss was so passionate.

She leaned against Eugene’s chest, closed her eyes to rest, and discovered that the man’s heart was beating abnormally.

She seriously counted, and it exceeded 180 beats per minute.

His body was incredibly tense, and the hand on her back was trembling slightly.

Victoria Sinclair was in pharmacology, a field that requires a foundation in medicine, so she easily identified Eugene’s state at this moment.

He was very nervous, even more so than her.

To confirm this, Victoria slowly emerged from his chest and grasped his big hand.

His palm was sweaty, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Victoria covered her embarrassment, looked up at him curiously.

Eugene’s eyes were dark and deep like an abyss, making them inscrutable; he smiled lightly, pretending to be calm.

But as soon as he spoke, his anxious mood was exposed, and with a slightly trembling hoarse voice, he asked, "Don’t like me kissing you?"

"No, it’s just your hand is sweaty." Victoria grasped his hand in hers.

Those words seemed to trigger some nerve in him, as he hastily pulled out a package of sanitizing wet wipes from his pocket.

Victoria thought he took them out to wipe his own hand.

Unexpectedly, he took her hand, meticulously cleaning it.

He used four wet wipes to clean her hands thoroughly before switching to a fifth one to wipe his own.

Eugene held the bundle of wet wipes, cleared his throat, and asked, "Are we having dinner at home, or do you want to eat out?"

"At home," she answered.

"Alright." Eugene said, and began walking forward.

Later they didn’t hold hands, Victoria felt a bit disappointed, and hurried to catch up with him.

They returned home, made two dishes and a soup, boiled rice, and finished their meal pleasantly.

Eugene cleaned up the dishes afterwards.

Victoria went to her room, read for a while, washed up, dried her hair, and it was already ten o’clock.

She sat at the study desk in her room, rested her cheek on her hand as she studied.

Her mind was filled with images of Eugene kissing her.

The more she thought about it, the shyer she became, covering her face to ease the embarrassment.

She silently recited in her heart: Victoria, calm down, calm down! You have to study for your doctorate, the workload is heavy, don’t let a man’s kiss disturb your sanity; your husband is in the house, he won’t run away.

It’s just a kiss, it shouldn’t be enough to sweep you off your feet.

Victoria calmed her emotions, put her hands down, continued to read and take notes.

As she wrote, she inexplicably scribbled Eugene’s name across her notes.

Stunned, she put her pen down, rested her hands on the desk, and closed her eyes to take a deep breath.

The deeper the night, the more distracted her thoughts became, unable to quiet herself to study.

The kiss mark on her neck wasn’t left by the gentle kiss on the roadside earlier.

Though inexperienced, she was no fool.

Suddenly, the sound of the door startled her, she straightened her back in the seat, her heart pounding, nervously looking at the door.

The door sounded twice.

Her heart surged with emotion, quickly standing up, smoothing out her simple cotton sleepwear, running her fingers through her freshly dried silky long hair, she briskly walked to the door, opening it leisurely.

Eugene almost never knocked on her bedroom door at night.

This gesture filled her mind with thoughts.

Before he spoke, her face was already flushed, her ears warm, she shyly smiled and awkwardly asked, "Is there something you need?"

Eugene had also showered, wearing a soft white T-shirt and brown pants, exuding a clean, fresh, and handsome feel.

The scent of his shower gel was the same as hers.

"Are you busy?"

Victoria shook her head, "Not busy."

"Tomorrow’s the weekend, you don’t have to work, want to watch a movie together?"

"Now?" Victoria was surprised, "At the cinema?"

Eugene chuckled, "At home, on the projector."

After two years of marriage, she didn’t even know there was a projector at home for watching movies.

"Sure!" Victoria left her room, closing the door behind her.

Eugene walked beside her towards the living room.

It was only then she noticed the living room lights were off, the curtains drawn tightly, a white screen prepared, Eugene had set up the projector before inviting her.

The projection light reflected on the coffee table, which was arranged with her favorite fruits, along with bamboo shoots, spicy strips, dried fruits, and some snacks, as well as yogurt and juice.

On the sofa lay a clean thin blanket and two cushions.

She couldn’t imagine if she had refused.

How disappointed Eugene would be, and how ironic it would be to prepare all this in vain.

Victoria’s heart felt touched, yet filled with doubt.

He changed too quickly.

Previously, when drunk, he pinned her against the wall, said he hated her blandness, expressed disdain for her aloofness, and now how much time had passed?

Ever since she suggested divorce, he seemed like a different person.

Making her feel unreal.

Like a beautiful dream, feeling as if it may shatter anytime, will awaken her, return her to the beginning.

Victoria was somewhat anxious, she sat on the sofa, taking a cushion and pressed it to her chest.

Eugene sat beside her.

He sat very close, almost touching her arm, offering her his lit phone, asking gently, "What type of movie do you like to watch?"

Without hesitation, Victoria replied, "As long as it’s Stephen Starr’s, I like it."

Eugene resisted laughter, softly murmured, "Seeing you so quiet and introverted, who would have thought you’d like slapstick comedy."

"I used to feel immense pressure from studying, when I couldn’t release it, I’d watch Stephen Starr’s movies; they were super stress-relieving, very funny, and made me happy."

Eugene’s hand rested on the back of the sofa behind Victoria, while the other hand browsed through his phone, leaning closer to her, "Do you prefer Cantonese or Mandarin?"

"Either is fine, I can understand both, but Cantonese is funnier."

After all, her grandmother’s family spoke Cantonese, when times were tough during childhood, her parents would send her to her grandmother’s house during holidays to eat and live, learning fluent Cantonese.

"Then Kung Fu, Cantonese version."

"You understand Cantonese?" Victoria asked curiously.

Eugene nodded, "Studied it specially during school."

"You studied Cantonese? Why?" Victoria was shocked, as Eugene’s environment and work didn’t require that language.