Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce-Chapter 136: Forcibly Living with Victoria

"No." Victoria Sinclair lowered her gaze and blurted out.

"You’re lying." Eugene Vaughn gently pinched her chin and lifted it, his obscure eyes staring directly at her, his tone certain: "Look at me and say it, you care about me."

Victoria saw herself in his eyes, so clear and bright, so passionate and intense.

Thinking about the sleeping pills he had put away in the drawer, she could no longer harden her heart.

Clearly, the one at fault wasn’t Eugene, it was Nathan Austin, it was Vivian Miller, it was Harold Vaughn, and it was also her.

"I took two hundred million from your dad, and you’ve gotten engaged to Vivian Miller, let’s just let each other go." Victoria pretended to be calm, every word scraping her heart until it bled.

Eugene scoffed: "What are two hundred million? If you really like money, all the money I’ve earned will be yours."

"Eugene, it’s not about money." Victoria felt powerless.

"If it’s not about money, then it’s Vivian Miller. I didn’t agree to the engagement. I didn’t attend the engagement party either."

"You two are already engaged." Victoria said word by word, her tone firm, "That’s something you can’t change."

Eugene’s eyes reddened, he bitterly twisted his mouth, "If everyone in this world could get engaged to me without my consent, I’d have fiancées all over the country."

Victoria couldn’t argue with him, her tone very fatigued, "I don’t care whether you have an engagement or not, you and I, it’s already impossible."

Eugene pressed his elbow against the wall, his body leaning towards her.

Victoria turned her head to avoid his touch, her cheeks filled with the scorching breath of a man, finely and densely spraying on her face, stirring her heart into chaos.

"Victoria, I love you." Eugene’s lips moved to her ear, his husky voice as light as clouds, entering her ears.

The sudden confession made her heart pound wildly, so tense that her whole body tensed, her fists involuntarily clenched, and her breathing became erratic.

She was completely unable to handle this statement of his, just stood there dumbfounded.

Eugene closed his eyes, gently rested his forehead on her head, in an exceedingly gentle voice, husky and deep, "I truly love, truly love you, from the first time I saw you in high school, I fell in love with you."

"You were so aloof, so brilliant, I always followed behind you, but never dared to confess, didn’t even have the courage to know you."

"When I heard you were going on blind dates and planning to get married, I was so worked up that I couldn’t sleep properly for days and nights. In front of you, I hid all my flaws on purpose, trying to be an almost perfect blind date prospect. The day you agreed to marry me, do you know how excited, how secretly pleased I was?"

Victoria listened, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, her eyes were wet.

If she had heard such a passionate confession from him earlier, she would have been moved to tears.

But now, aside from heartache, all that remained was helpless bitterness.

"Eugene, stop talking, there’s no turning back."

Eugene bitterly smiled, his throat hoarse and choked, "Why can’t we turn back? As long as you care about me a little bit, even if it’s not love, not liking, I won’t let you go."

"Being together isn’t just about two people, but also two families."

Eugene exhaled lightly, his stance firm, "I don’t care about other people’s feelings, and I absolutely won’t allow anyone to meddle in our affairs."

"You’re oversimplifying things."

"You’re overcomplicating things."

Victoria was momentarily at a loss for words.

Eugene straightened his body, cupping her cheeks with both hands, lowering his head to level his gaze with hers.

His eyes were red and moist, but filled with affection, he murmured softly, "Victoria, I respect you, if you don’t like me at all, I’ll let go."

Victoria’s heart felt sour, she nodded slightly: "I don’t like you at all."

"That’s not true, you like me. When I was sick, you had a hundred ways to help me. But you couldn’t stop worrying about me, so you chose to care for me yourself."

Victoria was speechless, "I don’t like you."

"You do."

"Can’t you just stop being so confident?"

"No." Eugene whispered, "If you really wanted to break ties with me, then when I was sick you shouldn’t have come. Since you did, aside from feeding me porridge and medicine, also wiping me down, I refuse to believe you don’t feel anything for me."

"Eugene..." Victoria called his name helplessly.

Eugene interrupted forcefully with each word, "Victoria, I’m not letting go anymore."

"You’re going to get me killed." Victoria’s mind was in turmoil.

"I won’t, who wants to hurt you, you tell me, I’ll deal with them first."

Victoria was shocked into silence.

Eugene gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips, tucking the hair behind her ear, caressing her soft cheek like a treasure, "I won’t let go of you anymore."

Victoria pushed his hand away, "Touch me again, and I’ll call the police."

"Who are you afraid of?" Eugene asked puzzled.

Victoria coldly spoke the two words, "Your dad."

Eugene froze, his gaze darkening.

Seeing Eugene’s reaction, Victoria’s heart sank.

But she could understand Eugene, this was also why she must get divorced.

In all relationships, no relationship is more important than family ties.

"I’m so tired, Eugene, let me go, I want to go home and rest." Victoria pushed against his chest.

Eugene stepped back, "Victoria, wait for me."

After speaking, he turned resolutely to leave.

Victoria quickly grabbed his shirt, "What are you planning to do?"

"To resolve your worries."

"Are you crazy?" Victoria was shocked, swallowing hard, urgently holding his arm, "Don’t do anything rash, he’s your father."

Eugene lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on her hands, looking at the way she held his arm tightly, a faint smile appeared, he gently rubbed her head: "What are you thinking? I need to keep myself alive to grow old with you."

Victoria was startled, quickly withdrew her hand, looking at him uneasily, "Eugene, I won’t get married, I won’t date, don’t stir trouble with your father because of me, it’s not worth it."

"Then I won’t get married, won’t date, we’ll just live together."

"No." Victoria extended the ending in irritation, feeling helpless.

Eugene smiled slightly, eyes full of affection.

That feeling seemed to automatically block all her refusals, only knowing she still cared about him.

"You should go home first." Eugene held her hand, taking her to the door, "I’ll come find you once I’m done with things outside."

Victoria pulled her hand back, took out the keys to open the door, speaking seriously, "Eugene, I really don’t want to..."

"Rest early, bye." Eugene gently pushed her inside, not giving her another chance to refuse, he closed the door.

Victoria looked at the closed door, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

She changed shoes and went into the living room, utterly exhausted, sitting down on the couch.

The issues with her parents and brother were already troublesome enough.

Now Eugene had come to provoke her, certainly bringing more troubles.

Thinking of all this made her head hurt, she really regretted not resisting the urge to care for a sick Eugene.

She touched her belly, quietly asking: Baby, what should Mommy do?

——

The next day, at noon.

Victoria was having lunch with a coworker in the cafeteria when a call from Angela Austin came in.

"Angela." Victoria answered, bringing it to her ear, speaking softly: "Is there something going on?"

Angela said anxiously: "Victoria, Eugene had a press conference this morning. Now Vaughn Group and The Miller Family’s companies are affected, their stocks have hit the limit down, it’s all over the trending topics."

"What?" Victoria couldn’t believe her ears, she nervously put down her chopsticks, immediately going online to check the trending topics.

Her expression became serious as she looked at the words on the trending topics, her heart flustering.

The stocks for both families had hit the limit down because Eugene clarified that there was no engagement.

A loss of billions in a day.

"Madman." Victoria Sinclair whispered, her hands trembling.

He truly has no regard for the family’s interests, ignoring all consequences.

Just because he thinks she still cares about him?

The call was still connected, and Angela’s voice came through, "Victoria, why is Eugene Vaughn doing this? Does he have a grudge against his dad?" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Maybe." Victoria Sinclair sighed softly, "After all, his dad gave the group to Ethan Vaughn to manage, yet used his marriage as a bargaining chip for a business alliance, it’s really over the line."

Angela: "I don’t think he’d be so impulsive. After all, with such an alliance, both families benefit. Could it be he’s doing this for you?"

Victoria Sinclair fell silent, bowed her head, and said nothing.

"Victoria, have you reconciled with him?"

"No." Victoria Sinclair immediately retorted, "I didn’t. It’s just him being wishful."

"Is it really just him being wishful?"

"It’s my fault." Victoria Sinclair’s tone was soft and powerless.

"So what are you going to do next? Are you going to get back together with him?"

"I don’t want to get back together."

"Eugene Vaughn is so stubborn. Can you really do that?"

Victoria Sinclair’s heart was in turmoil, she let out a long sigh, "I don’t know."

——

After finishing a day’s work, night fell.

Victoria Sinclair dragged her tired feet back to the apartment.

Seeing the man standing at the door, she froze, her expression solemn as she looked at him.

Eugene Vaughn’s eyes were gentle as water, a smile at the corner of his lips, holding a black luggage bag in his left hand and a bag of food in his right.

"Did you have dinner?" Eugene Vaughn asked softly.

Victoria Sinclair shook her head, walked over, and took out the key to open the door.

"I bought your favorite dishes."

Victoria Sinclair twisted the door open, her hand froze, lowering her head to look at the luggage bag in his hand, "Are you planning to move in with me?"

"Yes."

"Eugene Vaughn, I don’t want to, I don’t agree, I won’t allow it..." Each word from Victoria Sinclair was filled with helplessness and resignation.

Eugene Vaughn brushed past her, pushed open the door, and went inside, ignoring her protests.

Victoria Sinclair followed him in and closed the door.

He put on disposable slippers, set down his luggage, and headed straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

"Eugene Vaughn..." Victoria Sinclair chased after him, "Didn’t you always say you respected me?"

Eugene Vaughn rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, revealing his muscular forearm, as his slender, fair hands washed under the faucet, speaking leisurely, "I do respect you, but the precondition is being with you."

Victoria Sinclair pulled out her phone from her pocket, "If you keep this up, I’m going to call the police."

Eugene Vaughn dried his hands, walked over to Victoria Sinclair, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Victoria Sinclair was flustered, her hands bracing against his chest, looking up at him.

Eugene Vaughn’s deep eyes were filled with gentle affection, his voice magnetic, "Victoria, let me take care of you, let me be your strongest support. If I don’t do well, if you’re not satisfied, then you can send me away, okay?"

"There’s only one room here." Victoria Sinclair felt powerless, already unsure how to refuse him.

"We’ll sleep together." He raised an eyebrow lightly, a dark joy in the curve of his lips.

Victoria Sinclair panicked, thinking about her growing belly; if he stayed here, he would soon find out about her pregnancy, "Eugene Vaughn, I don’t want to sleep with you, can you go home?"

"I’ll sleep on the floor."

"Eugene Vaughn..."

Eugene Vaughn lowered his head, kissed her forehead, and her words were abruptly interrupted.

His kiss was gentle, like a feather softly landing on her forehead, devoid of any desire, pure and sincere, warm and delicate, instantly soothing her soul, bringing an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.

This was the love she had longed for two years ago.

"Go take a shower. Once you’re done, dinner will be ready." Eugene Vaughn gently turned her shoulders, nudging her toward the room.

No matter what she said, she couldn’t change Eugene Vaughn’s mind.

If she got tough, called the police to drive him away, it would only make him crazier.

She went to the room and took a shower.

A half-hour later, she came out.

Eugene Vaughn had prepared three dishes and a soup, served dinner, and was sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

Victoria Sinclair sat down in front of him, gazing at her favorite braised pork with bamboo shoots, white-cut chicken, cauliflower, and her beloved chicken soup, feeling both touched and heartbroken.

Knowing that this kind of love wouldn’t last long, yet she couldn’t control her greed, wanting to keep it forever.

Eugene Vaughn picked up a bamboo shoot tip and placed it in her bowl, "Victoria, I just learned this, try my cooking."

"Thank you." Victoria Sinclair picked up her chopsticks, picked up the bamboo shoots, and placed them in her mouth, gently chewing.

The bamboo shoots were fragrant and crispy, very delicious.

He really put his heart into cooking, the taste was excellent, "Delicious."

Hearing this, Eugene Vaughn smiled warmly, also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, gazing at her pretty face, chewing slowly.

"Mm, indeed not bad." Eugene Vaughn added some chicken to her bowl.

Victoria Sinclair thanked him, lowering her head to eat dinner.

The atmosphere at the table was warm and quiet, without much conversation.

Though she lowered her head to eat, she could feel Eugene Vaughn’s gaze constantly on her, serving her food, watching her eat, his face full of smiles, the warmth in his eyes revealed without reservation.

After finishing dinner, when Victoria Sinclair wanted to wash the dishes, Eugene Vaughn snatched the task from her, holding her hand, "From now on, as long as I’m home, leave the chores to me."

She couldn’t win against Eugene Vaughn and was sent back to her room to rest.

In the deep of night.

Eugene Vaughn took out all his clothes from his luggage and placed them in the corner of the wardrobe, took his pajamas, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

He even brought all his toiletries.

After taking a shower, he pulled out a thin set of bedding from the cabinet and laid it on the floor.

Victoria Sinclair sat on the bed reading a book, occasionally glancing up to watch his movements.

Eugene Vaughn made the bed, sat cross-legged on the floor, a faint smile on his lips as he gazed at her, "Victoria, it’s late, let’s turn off the lights and sleep."

Victoria Sinclair picked up her phone, glanced at the time.

Only then did she realize it was already eleven o’clock.

"Oh." Victoria Sinclair put down the book and slowly lay down.

Eugene Vaughn got up, walked to her side, and helped her pull up the quilt.

Her heart felt warm and a bit at a loss.

Eugene Vaughn supported himself on the bed with one hand, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead, "Goodnight, Victoria."

Then he reached out and turned off the light.

The room instantly fell into darkness.

Eugene Vaughn returned to the floor to sleep, the lingering warmth on her forehead still present.

Her heart was racing, she slowly touched her forehead, a warmth not quite real, and her eyes suddenly grew warm.