Cold War between Mr. and Mrs Vaughn: He Regretted when Divorce-Chapter 147: He Wants Victoria Sinclair

Half an hour later.

Victoria Sinclair sat at the dining table, looking at a few dishes and a bucket of instant noodles, lost in silence.

Eugene Vaughn cleaned up the kitchen, took off his apron, came out, and pulled out a chair to sit across from her.

"Careful, it’s hot. Drink slowly." Eugene served her chicken soup, gently placing it in front of her.

Victoria was filled with mixed emotions as she looked up at Eugene, "You just hung up on Vivian, aren’t you afraid she’ll continue to harm herself?" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Eugene leisurely served another bowl of soup for himself, "With so many people watching her, she won’t die."

Victoria pursed her lips bitterly and did not chase him away, picking up a spoon to drink the soup.

At that moment, the phone rang.

An unfamiliar call came in.

Victoria put down the spoon, answered the call, and put it to her ear, "Hello."

On the other end was Vivian’s calm voice, "Miss Sinclair, is Eugene with you?"

Victoria was silent, looking up at Eugene.

Eugene looked at her, seemingly not having guessed that Vivian’s call had come to her.

Victoria took a deep breath, asking lightly, "How did you get my number?"

She had changed her number a long time ago; even her parents and brother didn’t have the new one.

Besides work colleagues, only Eugene and Angela had her number.

Vivian said, "That’s not important..."

Victoria interrupted, "It is important."

"I found it the last time on Eugene’s phone."

Victoria lightly bit her lower lip, holding back discomfort in her heart.

Vivian could freely access Eugene’s phone; their relationship was perhaps closer than marriage?

"Can you let Eugene take the call?" Vivian’s tone was slightly sorrowful: "His phone is off."

Victoria said nothing, handing the phone to Eugene.

Eugene was bewildered, "What?"

"Take it," Victoria’s mood was low; she loathed this feeling.

Feeling like a mistress, keeping someone’s husband at home for dinner, getting a call from the wife to hurry him back.

Eugene took the phone, glanced at the caller ID, saw nothing wrong, until he put it to his ear and heard the voice on the line, his face changed abruptly.

"Eugene, you haven’t returned to Splendor Estate for many days. Grandma misses you, Uncle and Auntie miss you too. They just called, wanting you to come home for dinner, but your phone was off. I guessed you must have gone to find Miss Sinclair."

Eugene knew that Victoria sought a quiet life, disliked disruptions, and his tone was extremely displeased: "Where did you get her number?"

Vivian explained, "I asked Sarah Lowell for help, got it from her family."

Eugene was impatient, "What do you want?"

Vivian, with a sobbing voice, pleaded humbly, "My somatization is getting worse. I really want to die. Can you come back to see me?"

Eugene clenched his fist, suppressing anger with as gentle an attitude as possible, "Vivian, enough is enough. I’ve saved you once or twice already, fulfilling our twenty-plus years of friendship. But don’t think you can keep using death to moral blackmail me."

Vivian cried even more sadly, "Eugene, I truly feel terrible. My illness is out of my control. Can’t you stop treating me like this?"

"Your parents and carers are by your side. If you’re unwell, take medication or stay in a mental hospital for systematic treatment. I’m not your medicine..."

Vivian got angry, shouting, "Is Victoria that important to you? She just lost love, is her love more important than my life?"

Eugene’s intense gaze fell on Victoria.

She was focused on drinking her chicken soup, seemingly at ease, but she must have been hurting inside, right?

So she got pregnant, yet refused to tell him, unwilling to make him the child’s father.

Since she was young, she hadn’t been loved by her parents. Her once doting brother became distant after dating Sarah Lowell, standing opposite her.

She bore it all quietly alone.

Just because she was independent and strong enough, never contentious or greedy, what wrong had she done?

Her parents’ attention was taken by Renee.

Her brother’s love was taken by Sarah.

Now, if even he couldn’t wholeheartedly stand by Victoria’s side, what would she have left?

On the day Victoria took him to the hospital for blood tests, he had Assistant Palmer investigate her medical records, discovering her pregnancy, which made him very emotional, unable to calm down for a long time.

He had Peter Palmer stay at the hospital to get the report early, which turned out to be a screening for thalassemia.

He was very healthy, so the child was fine, and the heavy weight in his heart was lifted.

However, he hoped Victoria would personally tell him that he was going to be a father.

Victoria said nothing, and he waited, but never heard her confession.

At this moment, he realized that even with a child, Victoria was unwilling to be with him for the sake of giving the child a complete family.

He worried too much. At this rate, he would eternally lose Victoria and his child.

Victoria didn’t think like ordinary people. She wouldn’t actively pursue things.

Including her parents, brother, and him.

Eugene pondered for a long time.

Vivian continued to cry, "Eugene, I beg you to come back and see me. I won’t stop you from being with Victoria. I don’t want any status, just occasionally seeing you, like before, being lifelong good friends."

"Vivian..." Eugene snapped back, saying each word harshly, "In my heart, Victoria is far more important than you. Losing her, I’d die too."

Upon hearing this, Victoria’s hand stiffened, her body seemed paralyzed, frozen in place.

Vivian, with a sobbing voice, asked, "Do you want to watch me die?"

Eugene curled his lips into a bitter smile, "You will die without me, then without Victoria, I will die too. If only one of us can live, who do you think I would choose?"

Vivian was silent, perhaps not expecting Eugene to use this tactic, fighting fire with fire against her, and was silent for a long time.

Victoria set down her spoon, looking up at him, "Eugene, give me back the phone and go home."

Eugene hung up, handed the phone back, and calmly picked up a spoon to drink soup, "I seem to have learned a tactic from Vivian: When you threaten with death, those around you will unconditionally comply."

Victoria took back the phone, blocked the number, feeling exhausted, and sighed softly, "Are you going to imitate her?"

Eugene, while drinking soup, joked, "If you kick me out, I’ll jump off your balcony."

Victoria gestured invitingly, "The balcony window’s open, feel free."

Eugene frowned, full of disappointment, "You’re truly cold-hearted."

"I’m serious. Whether you walk out the door or jump off the balcony, please leave my home."

Eugene leaned against the chair back, his deep eyes lost, his smile particularly bitter, "Can I at least finish my dinner before I go?"

Victoria looked at the dishes on the table, knowing she couldn’t finish them alone.

She wasn’t heartless or merciless, "Finish and leave right away, don’t come back again."

Eugene Vaughn smiled lightly, his lips pressed into a gentle curve, and picked up his chopsticks to serve Victoria Sinclair some fish.

As the meal progressed, the atmosphere remained very quiet.

Eugene washed the bowls and chopsticks clean, making sure the kitchen was tidied up.

When he came out of the kitchen, it was already nine at night.

Victoria Sinclair was holding a book, leaning sideways on the sofa, asleep.

Eugene walked over quietly, knelt on one knee, and gently pulled the book from her hand, carefully placing it on the coffee table.

His gaze was intense and affectionate, as he gazed at Victoria Sinclair’s delicate sleeping face.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed in sleep, like a freshly blooming peach blossom, tender and enchanting. Her lips parted slightly, a sweet breath escaping with each exhale, as if her gentleness filled the very air.

Even without makeup, she was so pure and pretty, captivating in her simple elegance.

Eugene couldn’t resist, his long fingers lightly touching the strands of hair scattered across Victoria Sinclair’s cheek.

Victoria’s head moved slightly, startling Eugene, his hands retracting for fear of waking her.

Pregnancy must be tiring and uncomfortable!

Still, she has to juggle work and life, without anyone by her side to rely on. Every time he thinks about how disappointed he made Victoria, his heart aches faintly, wishing he could slap himself several times.

He remembered how he had fallen in love with Victoria Sinclair at first sight.

At that time, she had entered the top local high school as the city’s valedictorian and was at his school to give a speech as a role model.

She stood on stage, so beautiful, intelligent, and lively, sparkling like a diamond, her voice so melodious.

Just that one speech, he was deeply captivated by this girl.

But she was too outstanding, so much so that he couldn’t hope to reach her level.

Every day after school, he would deliberately bike a few extra kilometers to her school gate, just to catch a glimpse of her.

Wanting to meet her, he deliberately fell off his bike in front of her.

But she would only consider him a fraudster trying to make a scene, not bothering to help, nor giving him a second glance.

He studied like a madman, all to enter the same top high school.

How could it be that easy to get into that school?

Determined to become her schoolmate, he didn’t hesitate to use his father’s money and influence, relying on connections to successfully get in.

He didn’t love basketball, but he became the lead player in the basketball club just to attract her attention.

He didn’t love reading, yet he often went to the library just to run into her. However long she studied, he would mirror her.

Even sitting next to her, she never noticed him, her focus entirely on studying.

Back then, he had a crazy crush on her, like a frighteningly obsessive fan, intentionally walking past her classroom after every class to sneak a look at her.

He would collect the pens she’d used till out of ink and her old notebooks; take selfies without her knowing, capturing her in the frame; feel insanely jealous when she discussed math problems with other male classmates.

Upon learning her university goal was Sterling, he dropped all activities except studying, sleeping only five hours a day, pushing himself to excel, just to get into the same university as her.

Throughout high school and university, Victoria Sinclair’s focus was always on studying, never noticing the boys around her.

He secretly sent flowers, gifts, even homemade eggs and brown sugar water, yet Victoria’s gaze only ever reached his chest level, never bothering to raise her head, rejecting him as quickly as she did the others pursuing her.

In his heart, Victoria Sinclair was a goddess to admire and never to desecrate.

He followed all her social media accounts and those of her friends, never missing any information about her.

Until he saw a marriage proposal post about her on Angela Austin’s account. He was thrilled to madness, using university professors’ connections to hurriedly finish his overseas studies and returned home to meet her.

Every step he took was so difficult.

God gave him one chance, yet he squandered it due to misunderstandings, losing the goddess he loved for over a decade.

The child is his second chance.

Perhaps it is his last chance, and he cannot afford any mistakes.

His heart has always been unwaveringly determined.

He wants Victoria Sinclair!

If anyone dares to obstruct him, he’ll defeat gods and block Buddhas.

Gazing at Victoria Sinclair’s serene sleeping posture, Eugene was filled with thoughts, bending slowly, wrapping his arms under her back and legs, gently lifting her into his embrace.

Maybe because work was exhausting and pregnancy was taking its toll, she slept deeply.

Eugene carried her into the bedroom, with gentle movements, laid her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and softly kissed her forehead.

He turned off the lights, left the room, and closed the door.

He didn’t leave, spending two hours cleaning the entire living room thoroughly until every corner was spotless, then took out the trash and left the apartment.

——

In the morning, Victoria Sinclair slowly awoke to the alarm clock’s urging.

Sitting on the bed, she sorted through her disheveled long hair, feeling confused, trying hard to recall last night’s events, puzzled over how she ended up in bed.

She got ready and walked out of the room.

Seeing the tidily cleaned living room, even the cup’s patterns were aligned like soldiers in formation, her scattered books sorted and stacked with not a single edge out of place.

This obsessive-compulsive tidiness style, was very Eugene.

Victoria Sinclair smirked bitterly, treading on the spotless floor, walking towards the kitchen.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Victoria Sinclair backed out of the kitchen and opened the door.

Seeing Eugene Vaughn outside the door, she was stunned.

He wore a perfectly tailored black custom suit, sophisticated and dignified.

His gentle smile appeared on his face as he held up a thermal box, "Brought you breakfast."

"It’s seven in the morning, why are you here again?" Victoria Sinclair was irritated, "Didn’t I tell you not to come looking for me?"

Eugene handed the thermal box over to her, reporting softly, "Victoria, I have a flight at eleven this morning, heading for Crestfall on a business trip for a few days. I’ll hurry back, you can call me if you need anything."

Victoria Sinclair froze, her eyes fixed on the thermal box, silent and hesitant.

"It’s your favorite salty rice dumplings, plenty of side dishes, and your preferred seafood and bamboo shoots," Eugene said as he grabbed her hand to place the thermal box in her grasp, "I made it this morning, still hot, glutinous rice can be filling on the stomach, eat fewer dumplings, more side dishes."

Victoria’s heart trembled slightly, her eyes unexpectedly filled with warmth, she slowly raised her gaze to meet his.

His eyes were deep and fiery, affection filled his brows, his tone extraordinarily gentle, "I’m leaving now, if there’s anything you can’t handle, call me."

Victoria Sinclair remained silent.

Eugene chuckled with affection, his voice indulgent, "You can call me or text me even if there’s nothing."

With those words said, he gazed at her, waiting a moment.

Victoria Sinclair didn’t respond, holding the thermal box with one hand, and slowly closed the door with the other.

As the door shut gradually, Eugene’s expression became desolate, standing there as if saddened, unmoving.