CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: EUGENE VAUGHN GETS A NOSEBLEED FROM TEMPTATION

Victoria Sinclair snapped out of her daze, lowering her head with a heavy heart and taking a deep breath, "It’s nothing."

"It’s late. Why don’t you go wash up?" Eugene Vaughn’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze shifting away from her delicate face.

Victoria stepped past him to take clothes from the wardrobe.

Upon opening the wardrobe door, she discovered only a sexy slip nightgown.

Nude-colored lace, semi-transparent, ultra-short, ultra-provocative, almost like lingerie.

Victoria studied the nightgown in shock, lifted it up, and asked, "Eugene, did Grandma do this on purpose?"

Eugene turned around and saw the nightgown in Victoria’s hand, his eyes trembled slightly, his Adam’s apple moved unconsciously, his ears turned red, and he walked over pretending to be calm.

"Probably on purpose." He opened another wardrobe, took out a white shirt and handed it to her, "I don’t have any sleepwear either. You should wear this for now."

Victoria took his long-sleeved shirt and compared it with the gown; it was indeed longer than the gown.

She hesitated, "If I wear it, it’ll be wasted."

"How could it be wasted?" Eugene chuckled softly, closing the wardrobe door.

"This shirt looks quite expensive. If I wear it just once, you’ll have to throw it away..."

Eugene interrupted, "I won’t throw it away."

"But before..."

Eugene emphasized, "I really was just speaking in anger before. That coat you wore of mine is still in the wardrobe. I couldn’t even bring myself to wash it."

Victoria was stunned, not entirely believing his words.

Eugene grasped her shoulders, turned her around, and gently pushed her toward the bathroom from behind, "It’s late, wash up and get some sleep."

At the bathroom door, Victoria suddenly realized she hadn’t grabbed any underwear.

She pushed Eugene’s hand away, ran back to the wardrobe, and took out a pair of underwear.

She glanced at it, noticing the sexy lace trim.

Oh my god!

She embarrassingly clutched it in her hand, her cheeks flushed, brushed past Eugene, and sprinted into the bathroom.

Eugene was a bit dumbfounded.

Victoria spent half an hour in the bathroom.

During that time, there were occasional noises from outside the room.

After freshening up, drying her hair, and coming out, she was greeted by a magnificent masculine scene.

The man was bare-chested, wearing a pair of black trousers, supporting himself on his hands, sweat pouring off him as he did push-ups.

His arm and back muscles were solid, firm, with flawless lines and an imposing physique. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made his build even more enticing than any seductive male model in provocative videos.

Angela Austin often liked watching those atmospheric short videos of male models exercising, sometimes showing particularly alluring ones to her.

She only watched with a calm mind and felt nothing.

Angela would say she’s a bookworm with her head full of knowledge, unable to appreciate the beauty of the world.

She also thought she was too bland and sterile.

It wasn’t until she saw Eugene Vaughn now that she understood Angela’s excitement, the kind that made one want to scream.

The whole room was suffused with a masculine aura, making even the air feel hot.

Sweat-soaked short hair, muscles tensing and relaxing with each motion, bursting with power.

His breath was heavy, one gasping breath after another.

Victoria swallowed hard, biting her lip, unsure of what to do.

Her heart raced wildly, her body heated from head to toe, even her ears felt warm.

Whether it was Grandma’s potent tonic or the enticing scene before her, she couldn’t tell.

For the first time, she felt what it meant to be besieged by restless desires, her mind a maelstrom.

Eugene continued until his muscles tightened and fatigue numbed him, panting, finally slowing down, retracting his legs and standing up.

Just as he stood, he saw Victoria standing motionless in front of him.

For a moment, he froze.

His gaze traveled slowly from top to bottom.

Her long hair fell smoothly, her blushing face breathtakingly beautiful, clear and limpid eyes moist and filled with shyness.

The white shirt looked loose and long on Victoria, but couldn’t conceal her exquisite figure.

Underneath the shirt, a pair of long, slender, snow-white legs.

Eugene felt a rush of heat soar to his head, and his nostrils grew hot.

Victoria panicked, ran to the table to grab the tissue box, and, cradling it, drew a few sheets and pressed them to his nose.

"Eugene, you’re having a nosebleed."

It was only then that Eugene realized, touched the tissue in her hand, and gently moved it away to glance at it.

The tissue was stained with bright red blood.

He gave a wry smile.

Victoria quickly drew more tissues to press against his nose, her expression flustered, eyes filled with concern, "Grandma’s tonic was too strong; you shouldn’t have drunk it."

Eugene lowered his heated gaze to her.

"Tilt your head back," Victoria said.

Listening, Eugene tilted his head back.

Standing on tiptoe, Victoria still couldn’t see his bleeding condition, "You’re too tall, sit on the bed."

Under her gentle tugging, Eugene slowly retreated and sat on the bed’s edge.

Victoria stood in front of him, threw the bloody tissue into the trash, drew more, and covered his nose, watching carefully, "It seems to have stopped."

Eugene watched her silently, his warm gaze entangled and charming.

Her face burned under his gaze, shyly avoiding eye contact, only to catch sight of his especially alluring Adam’s apple, which moved up and down intermittently.

She let out a soft breath.

It was truly maddening.

They were both adults, clothed provocatively now, with a legally supported marriage certificate between them.

A big bowl of tonic soup had made their heated bodies even more inflamed.

At this moment, avoiding getting onto the bed was entirely thanks to that bit of steadfast willpower.

Victoria carefully wiped his nose clean, propped his head upright, watched for a moment, and only relaxed when she confirmed there was no more bleeding.

"It’s okay now."

Victoria intended to leave.

Suddenly, Eugene extended his hand, hooking her slender waist with one arm and her thigh with the other, pulling her into his embrace.

She was pulled to straddle his thighs.

The pose was extremely suggestive.

Startled, Victoria tightened in a panic, her hands clutching the tissue tensely pressed against his chest.

His solid pectoral muscles were full of sweat and his desire-stained eyes shone with a moist red, fervent and teasing, his Adam’s apple moving as his hoarse voice whispered, "Victoria, your face is so red."

Victoria was embarrassed and uneasy, pushing against his chest, trying to struggle to stand.

The more she struggled, the tighter his arm around her waist became, and her sitting position inexplicably advanced instead of retreating, pressing closer to his waist.

The acutely painful sensation returned.

She dared not move further, barely daring to breathe, her body tensed and looking at him bashfully.

"Eugene, let go." Her voice was soft and feeble.

He was driven nearly mad with desire, murmuring hoarsely, "You want to, too, right?"

Victoria’s face turned crimson, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, maintaining a final shred of reason, "I can’t deny it, your body is incredible, looks very impressive, but I truly don’t want to."

His palm gently caressed her waist through the shirt, softly coaxing, "I don’t know if I’m impressive, never tried it, shall we try?"

Victoria was shocked, staring at him dumbfounded.

He hasn’t tried?

A...virgin...?

That can’t be!

Didn’t he have a first love from high school?

They were together in college.

Even if he broke up with his first love, being an exceptionally good catch, attractive and wealthy, he wouldn’t be short of beautiful women, right?

In the two years since marriage, there were numerous rumors about him.

She found it hard to believe he could remain untainted in a world full of temptations.

But for a man, inexperience is a matter of shame, and he had no reason to lie about such a thing to reveal his inadequacies.

The only possibility was that his words were sincere.

As Victoria was lost in thought, Eugene tightened his grip on her waist with one hand, and with the other, hooked her nape, gently pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss.