Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce-Chapter 125: Lingering Emotions

After breakfast, Victoria Sinclair left the room.

Wrapped in a thick quilt, she stood on the deck of the yacht, only to realize that the boat was moving at an extremely slow pace.

Her phone and luggage were still on the island, and with only two days left until the Lunar New Year, she was filled with anxiety, unsure if she could get home in time for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Victoria Sinclair turned around and looked at Eugene Vaughn walking towards her, saying eagerly, "Can you speed up the boat? I want to go home earlier."

Eugene Vaughn approached her and, without warning, held her tightly.

This overly intimate and natural gesture took Victoria Sinclair by surprise, her body was tense, and her heart suddenly raced.

"You’ll definitely get back on New Year’s Day." Eugene Vaughn murmured gently in her ear, then lowered his head, and lightly kissed her lips, "I want to stay with you a little longer."

Victoria Sinclair’s cheeks instantly became flushed, feeling so embarrassed she wanted to find a place to hide.

"Eugene, don’t hug me like this." Victoria Sinclair pushed against his solid chest, took a step back, and broke free from his embrace, "What I said to you last night, I meant it."

Eugene Vaughn frowned slightly, puzzled: "What did you say?"

"We have no future, and it’s not suitable for us to be friends..."

She didn’t finish her sentence, as an earnest voice interrupted her: "So, you’re just playing me?"

The word "play" made Victoria Sinclair’s face instantly turn red, even her ears were hot. A strong sense of shame surged in her heart, and she was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.

She’s not a heartbreaker.

But last night, she indeed couldn’t resist the temptation, wanting to experience the taste of passion between men and women.

While Victoria Sinclair was dazed, Eugene Vaughn stepped closer to her, gently hooked her neck, bent slightly, and looked her straight in the eye, his hot gaze met her muddled eyes, his voice tender like flowing water whispered, "I gave you the chance to refuse, but you chose to have a relationship with me. It doesn’t matter if you’re just fooling around, I’m truly serious."

Victoria Sinclair’s heart raced, her face blushing, somewhat shyly meeting his scorching gaze, she felt at a loss for a moment.

"Last night was our first time, but it definitely won’t be the last." Eugene Vaughn spoke each word with extra solemn seriousness.

"I’m sorry." Victoria Sinclair knew she was wrong, but at this moment, aside from saying "I’m sorry," she really didn’t know how to express the remorse in her heart.

Eugene Vaughn shook his head, "I don’t want your sorry, and I’m not a man you can just play with emotions."

Victoria Sinclair let out a soft breath.

Eugene Vaughn took the opportunity to hook her waist with his other hand, pulling her back into his embrace.

Victoria Sinclair nervously looked up at him, her hands instinctively tugging at the quilt between them.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice extremely husky and deep, yet as gentle as the wind.

Victoria Sinclair naturally understood what he meant, after all, she had cried out in pain last night until tears streamed down her face.

At first, everything went poorly.

Only when it gradually reached a turning point did things start to get better, but he really couldn’t hold back, so she hardly slept all night.

"I just had a warm bath, it doesn’t hurt anymore." Victoria Sinclair responded shyly.

"Do you want to sleep a bit more?"

"Mm." Victoria Sinclair replied softly, closing her eyes to rest.

Eugene Vaughn lay on his side beside her, his slender fingers gently playing with her dark long hair, his scorching gaze affectionately fixed on her sleeping face.

She turned over, nestled into Eugene Vaughn’s warm arms, and without realizing it, felt his firm chest muscles, couldn’t help but press her lips and smile softly.

Eugene Vaughn frowned slightly, but was infected by her smile, couldn’t help but ask softly, "What are you thinking about, looking so happy?"

Victoria Sinclair didn’t open her eyes, her mouth still had a smile, shyly replied, "Thinking about the time two years ago, when I saw you without your clothes, you looked really good, my face turned red then, I really wanted to touch it, wanted to see if it was really hard, and after thinking about it, felt so ashamed, how could I be so lustful."

Eugene Vaughn helplessly gave a bitter smile, asked back, "Why didn’t you take the initiative? If you wanted to touch me, I would definitely not refuse."

"I didn’t dare." Victoria Sinclair sighed softly.

"Do you dare now?"

Victoria Sinclair nodded, replied softly, "Yes."

Eugene Vaughn covered her hand, pressed it on his chest, "From now on you want to touch, just touch, if you want to sleep, sleep, whenever you have the need, I’m always here for you."

Victoria Sinclair slowly opened her eyes, looked up, met his gentle eyes, "Don’t make yourself so humble, we are in an equal relationship."

"Equal?" Eugene Vaughn bitterly compressed his mouth, his fingertips gently brushed over her pink cheek, his brow full of deep emotion, "Don’t you know yet what kind of presence you hold in my heart?"

Victoria Sinclair realized, propped up her elbows on the bed, lying face down, looked at him directly, curiously asking, "You mentioned twelve years last night, what was that about? I was so confused, it seemed inexplicable."

Eugene Vaughn gazed at her intensely, his large hand gently stroked her pink cheek, "The things are at my parents’ house, next time, I’ll bring the treasures I’ve collected over the years to you, then I’ll explain to you clearly."

"What treasures have you collected?" Victoria Sinclair grew increasingly curious, her clear and bright eyes sparkling, "Do they have anything to do with me?"

Eugene Vaughn smiled without saying a word, deliberately kept her guessing, "I won’t tell you for now, let’s spend New Year’s Eve together, then I’ll tell you."

"Christmas Eve, at exactly midnight?" Victoria Sinclair hesitated. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Eugene Vaughn supported his head with one hand, leaned closer to her, gently kissed her forehead, "Mm, do you want to count down on the busy street, or find somewhere quiet to be alone with me?"

"Can’t I pick neither?" Victoria Sinclair asked playfully.

"No." Eugene Vaughn’s tone was a bit more serious, "You’re not working now, so spend as much time with me as you can, when you start working, I fear you’ll banish me to the ’cold palace’."

Victoria Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh softly, said, "Isn’t that a bit exaggerated?"

"Those two years we were married, when you got busy with work, you’d work day and night, and in a month, we could count the times we met on one hand."

"Weren’t you avoiding me?" Victoria Sinclair frowned unhappily.

Eugene Vaughn sighed with a bit of resentment, "Ah! Such injustice."

"How did I wrong you?" Victoria Sinclair mumbled softly, turned around, faced away from him, lay down, and closed her eyes, "I don’t want to talk about the past anymore, I’m going to sleep."

Eugene Vaughn hurriedly moved closer, hugged her tightly from behind, buried his face in her beautiful hair, murmured in a hoarse voice, "The feeling of loving and hating at the same time is really unbearable, but I truly always want to see you. The camera in the living room isn’t actually for catching thieves."

Victoria Sinclair’s body stiffened slightly, she opened her eyes, looked at the night outside the window.

Ripples arose in her heart.

"Did you install in my room?"

"No." Eugene Vaughn smiled softly, "I really wanted to, but I still have some moral limits."

Victoria Sinclair found it a bit hard to believe, swallowed, continued asking, "Have you had a girlfriend besides me?"

"No."

"Your first love?"

"I haven’t had a first love."

"I heard from Tiffany Rhodes that you dated someone in college, even brought her brown sugar water for a week."

"I didn’t have a girlfriend in college either."

Victoria Sinclair found it increasingly hard to believe, turned around to face him, gazed at his eyes, trying to see something from his gaze, "You never dated during your school years?"

"No."

"What about those women who had scandals with you?"

"They’re all rumors, nothing substantial."

Victoria Sinclair was dumbfounded, took quite a while to react, recalling what he said: This is our first time.

Could it be, it’s also his first time?

"In these 28 years, have you never had sexual relations with any woman?" Victoria still found it hard to believe, considering he seemed quite skilled in that area, not like a novice.

"You’re the first." Eugene Vaughn tenderly brushed aside the hair from her forehead, gazing at her affectionately.

Victoria squinted her eyes, smiled faintly, full of skepticism.

Eugene touched her earlobe, gently rubbed it, and asked, "Why don’t you believe it?"

"You’re handsome, rich, have a career, surrounded by beautiful women, countless temptations." Victoria rationally analyzed, "And you’re young and vigorous, how could you stay abstinent all this time?"

Eugene smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, pulled her into his arms, laid down on the bed, murmuring softly, "No more talking, sleep now."

"Have you never had sexual impulses?" Victoria understood that the physiological needs of male animals are hard to suppress.

Eugene seemed to know what she wanted to ask, didn’t want to talk anymore, closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Victoria leaned in to look at him, asked softly, "Asleep?"

Eugene remained still, breathing evenly, as if he was truly asleep.

Victoria didn’t intend to let him off so easily, her soft fingertips slowly reached under his armpit, gently stroked a few times.

"Haha..." Eugene couldn’t help but laugh, turned over and grabbed her wrist, pressing her hand onto the pillow.

Victoria was delighted, laughed and said, "So you’re really ticklish."

"You don’t seem tired at all, how about another round?" Eugene leaned down, trying to kiss her.

Victoria turned her head to avoid his kiss, "I’m really tired, don’t mess around."

Eugene kissed her cheek, slowly moved to her earlobe, and softly asked, "What do you want to know?"

"Have you really never been impulsive before?" Victoria was always inquisitive, persistently probing.

Eugene laid down, hugged her in his arms, said, "Yes, but most of the time I rely on workouts to exhaust energy, workouts release dopamine, which temporarily satisfies physical desires, reducing the need."

"Your self-control is truly impressive." Victoria couldn’t help but remark, as she lay in his arms, closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

Eugene held her tightly, occasionally kissed her hair gently.

The room gradually quieted down, their breathing also became steadily even.

Victoria was about to drift off to sleep when Eugene suddenly whispered in her ear, "During my student years, there were times I couldn’t control myself, I could only think of your image, handling it myself."

At that moment, Victoria suddenly woke up, her heart pounded like a drum.

Goosebumps rose all over her body, her scalp tingled.

Did he know her since his student years?

Did he even fantasize about her?

She was incredibly longing for the arrival of New Year’s Eve, curious about what Eugene was going to bring her and how he would confess this matter.

The yacht continued sailing slowly on the sea for another night.

The next morning, when Victoria woke up, she could already see the city skyscrapers through the window.

She got up, dressed, washed up, and went to the deck, quietly watching the distant city.

At that moment, her heart was filled with loneliness.

She wished she could abandon all worries and troubles, and drift on the sea with Eugene, living this shameless yet exceedingly sweet life.

Away from the city’s hustle and bustle, family burdens, work pressures, and outside schemes.

But she still had to face reality after all.

Eugene got up, skillfully navigated the boat into the port.

They went ashore, got into a taxi heading home.

The streets of the city on New Year’s Eve were adorned with large red lanterns everywhere, celebrating the festive atmosphere, the scent of the Spring Festival was strong.

Victoria sat in the car, her mood remained low, gazing at the street scenery outside the window, glum all the way.

"Victoria, I’ll be home today to have New Year’s Eve dinner with my grandma and parents." Eugene grabbed her hand, held it tightly, his voice gentle yet urgent, as if he might lose her the next second, "You promised me, you’ll spend New Year’s Eve with me tonight, I’ll come to pick you up in advance, just wait for me at home."

Victoria nodded.

Eugene looked at her despondent profile, his deep eyes showed unease: "Promise me, don’t break your word."

"Okay." Victoria replied softly.

Eugene’s warm, strong palm tightly massaged her palm, gripping it firmly, unwilling to let go even for a moment.

Throughout the ride, Victoria watched outside the window, while Eugene’s gaze remained fixed on her face.

Her silence left Eugene feeling insecure.

Upon returning to the community, she got out of the car, waved to Eugene, and walked inside.

The community was adorned with colorful lights for the Spring Festival, everything looked festive.

Victoria took the elevator, returned to the doorstep.

The door was decorated with door gods, couplets were pasted on both sides, a corner even held an apple, with three incense sticks that hadn’t burned completely yet.

Victoria pressed the fingerprint lock.

"Buzz buzz" sounded twice, yet the door didn’t open.

Helplessly, she pulled out the password card slot, entered the password.

Only to find that the password didn’t work either.

Having no other choice, she could only knock: "Mom..."

No one answered.

She knocked again: "Brother..."

At this moment, the door slowly opened.

It was her mom who opened the door, yet her mom’s face was extremely gloomy, her eyes like sharp knives, viciously stabbing at her.

"Mom, I’m back, why was the lock changed?" Victoria said as she tried to walk into the house.

Suddenly, "smack," a loud slap struck hard.

At that moment, her ears buzzed, she covered her burning, aching cheek, looking in shock at her mother.