Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 156: This Man’s First Experience with a Woman

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: This Man’s First Experience with a Woman

When Tiana Linden was as startled as a bird with a bow drawn, she was already pinned under Hector Chaucer’s solid, burning body in their tussle.

He was so cautious, fearing he might hurt her.

"Tiana, is that you?"

Hector Chaucer brushed Tiana Linden’s bangs from her forehead.

The exposed face, delicate and enchanting, brought a trace of clarity to his muddled mind.

A clarity that felt like a dream.

The rapid, scorching breath was like a heatwave.

Yet after seeing her delicate, charming face, even his breathing became cautious.

But reason was like a candle in the wind.

The person in his arms was so captivating and tender;

the one he had dreamt about endlessly;

the girl he had wanted to protect since boyhood.

He couldn’t bear to bully her like this in such a ridiculous manner.

He bit his lower lip fiercely.

The taste of blood spread between his teeth, but he restrained from making any noise.

His whole body tensed like a bowstring.

Every muscle became as hard as iron due to immense restraint and endurance.

"Tiana, go out... leave, don’t stay here."

A hoarse, warning voice, mixed with his suppression.

Underneath, Tiana Linden already couldn’t feel the weight on her.

This man moved away from her body.

She was acutely aware that if she didn’t leave now, it would be very dangerous.

But seeing Hector Chaucer in such agony, she was worried about him.

Her slender, soft palm landed on Hector Chaucer’s shoulder.

"Hector Chaucer, do you need me to get you some ice water?"

Her soft palm shattered Hector Chaucer’s last bit of willpower.

The hallucinogenic drug in his system ignited every nerve.

Reason was utterly crushed by the surging desires.

Warm, scorching lips came to hers, her cheeks, her ears, her delicate neck.

He, greedy as a beast, craved tenderness from her.

Wherever his large hand roamed, it was as if lava swept over.

One by one, the buttons of her shirt were torn off, scattered to various corners of the large bed, and rolled onto the dark carpet by the bedside.

Amidst the rolling heat waves, the stripped clothes were thrown onto the carpet one by one.

Tiana Linden hadn’t been so close to a man for a long time.

The scorching skin made her feel intensely hot.

She couldn’t even remember how interactions between men and women were supposed to start.

The past with Aiden Grant seemed as distant as a lifetime ago.

Her whole body was tightly wound.

So inexperienced, as if experiencing it for the first time.

"Hector Chaucer, do you see clearly who I am?"

She tried to wake Hector Chaucer.

She didn’t want such a thing to occur when Hector Chaucer was not clear-headed.

A soft voice like raindrops caused gentle ripples in the air around.

This voice made the rationality and desire within Hector Chaucer tear at each other madly.

The scorching lips left that fair collarbone.

Raising his head and opening his eyes, he looked at her.

That gaze, intertwining desire and clarity, was conflicted like a vortex.

This vortex carried his possessiveness, but also his tenderness and care for her.

"Tiana, I’m sorry, you must leave..."

In the next instant, Tiana was pushed away.

Soon, there was the sound of a bathroom door being slammed shut, then locked from the inside.

Splashing, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

The cold water poured over Hector Chaucer.

Reason slowly returned in his molten, erupting body.

Hearing the sound of running water, Tiana quickly got up, picking up her shirt, pants, and bra from the carpet.

Only her shorts remained on her.

She quickly put on her trousers.

In her panic, she couldn’t fasten the back clasp of her bra for quite a while.

Outside the door.

Gordon Lowell stood there, uneasy.

He hoped Tiana could help the Family Head without against her will.

So he stood here guarding.

If Tiana was unwilling, he would think of another way for the Family Head.

Suddenly, the door was pulled open.

Gordon Lowell looked at Tiana in front of the door, short hair disheveled, neck marked with traces.

Did they...? Or not?

Gordon Lowell felt a bit chaotic.

If they did, the Family Head’s time seemed too short, right?

If not, how to explain the marks on Miss Linden’s neck?

"Miss Linden?"

"Your Family Head is taking a cold shower now. But you might need to get some ice water and send it to the bathroom, that might work better."

Gordon Lowell understood, the Family Head was afraid of hurting the woman he loved.

So he hit the brakes at the critical moment?

He’d rather take a cold shower than hurt Miss Linden?

Tiana feared Hector Chaucer’s body wouldn’t be able to take it, seriously said, "What are you staring at? Go get it quickly."

"Oh, I’ll go get it, I’ll go now."

Seeing that the situation at home was a bit troubling. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Tiana Linden first returned to her room to change clothes.

Then she called next door.

The person who answered the villa’s landline was Catherine Armstrong.

"Tiana, what’s the matter?"

"Mom, something came up. Let Daisy have dinner there tonight. I’ll pick her up later."

Catherine replied, "No problem. If you’re really busy, Daisy can sleep over here with Laura."

"Okay!"

"Tiana, I wanted to ask, have you and Hector developed feelings for each other? When can we expect wedding candies?"

"Mom, I’m busy right now. Let’s talk about this later."

Even she didn’t know what her relationship with Hector Chaucer was.

It seemed like they were a fake couple, but she always saw different emotions in Hector’s eyes.

If they were a real couple, but they clearly weren’t.

After hanging up, she went to check on Hector’s room.

Gordon Lowell was delivering tub after tub of ice water inside.

"How is your Family Head doing?"

"Miss Linden, rest assured, he’s soaking in ice water."

"Lillian Jewel is so despicable and shameless, using her own son for money."

Gordon sighed, "It’s not her first time plotting against the Family Head."

Tiana also let out a long sigh: Oh, Hector Chaucer is really pitiful!

...

That night, Tiana tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In the morning, when she went to check on Hector, he had a high fever and hadn’t woken up.

Tiana sat by the bed, and when she touched him.

So hot!

Gordon, standing beside, said, "The Family Head regained consciousness yesterday, but after soaking in ice water for most of the night, he’s probably caught a cold and has a fever."

Tiana asked, "Did you check his temperature?"

Gordon shook his head, "No, I thought I’d let him rest a bit longer."

Tiana looked at the man with concern, "Bring the thermometer."

She thought, in such absurdity last night, Hector must not have been in a lucid state.

But unexpectedly, before the brake, he was able to clearly call out her name.

It shows he is a true gentleman.

He didn’t want to lose his senses and hurt her.

Suddenly, Tiana felt very sorry for this man.

From when he was still in Lillian’s womb, he became a pawn to climb the social ladder, and later a pawn for Caleb Chaucer, even almost facing execution in his place.

This man, clearly suffered so much unfairness and harm in the world.

He could have turned wicked.

But his heart remains so kind.

Last night, even though he was in such pain, he could have forcefully taken her.

But he didn’t.

Her palm rested on Hector Chaucer’s burning cheek, "You’re so good, how can they bear to hurt you like this?"

In the next moment, Hector grabbed her wrist.

She was startled and pulled back.

Hector, on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

"Hector, you’re awake."

"Rest assured, I’m clear-headed now, you don’t have to be afraid." Sensing her tension, Hector sat up, leaned against the headboard, and softly reassured her.

His voice was hoarse from the fever.

Tiana quickly went to get the water that Gordon had placed at the bedside, "Your throat is hoarse, have some water."

Hector didn’t take the cup; he held Tiana’s hand, his gaze full of deep apology, "Did I scare you yesterday?"

"It’s okay, you didn’t do it intentionally." Tiana again brought the water closer to his lips.

Only then did he take it.

In a few big gulps, he emptied the cup.

As the warm water went down his throat, his prominent Adam’s apple moved up and down on his well-defined neck.

This man, even when drinking water, exudes a strong sense of masculine tension.

Tiana instinctively clenched the edge of her clothing.

With her other hand, she awkwardly took the empty cup from him, "How’s your body feeling now?"

Reclining on the headboard, Hector’s gaze never left her.

He didn’t answer her question.

He spoke directly, "Yesterday, when I was with you, it wasn’t because I had lost my sense."

That was his true feeling.

He looked at her and asked, "Could you feel it?"

Tiana’s cheeks burned intensely, her ear tips suddenly heated up.

She lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Hector’s gaze.

What does he want her to feel?

At this moment, Hector’s large hand once again hooked around her slender waist, pulling her closer.

Her soft body suddenly collided with a firm, burning wall of flesh.

"Hector?"

"I’m clear-headed now."

The large hand at this moment, gripped the back of her neck.

His hot breath, wrapped in his unique scent of cedar, pressed down.

This kiss wasn’t very skillful.

It was even quite awkward.

He didn’t even use his tongue.

The morning light, like molten butter, dripped across the window sill, making their figures even more bashful.

The kiss lasted for half a minute, and when they parted, the commanding and resolute man, Hector, even had reddened ear tips.

"Everything I did to you last night, just like now, could you feel it?"

Afraid she didn’t feel it, he guided her tightly clenched hand to his burning chest.

"Now, can you feel it?"