Tangled Hearts: Chased by Another Tycoon after Divorce-Chapter 160: Tormenting

Victoria Monroe never knew that Rhys Hawthorne could be so vexing!

With a face like an Immortal, he was actually a male demon!

The temperature from his palm kept rising, and the skin he touched felt as if it were being scorched by flames.

So hot!

Her heart was also in a rush.

She stood just outside the shade of the parasol, with her back being heated hotly by the sun, yet none of the warmth compared to Rhys holding her inner hand.

Victoria Monroe was someone who yielded to softness but not force, and Rhys just had to speak to her in such a manner that she couldn’t even refuse decisively.

"Let’s talk tonight." She responded bashfully.

Assistant Woods, nearby and eager to eavesdrop, caught the keyword "tonight."

Oh, after just one night apart, the two are progressing so quickly!

Noticing the smile at his lips, Rhys sent a cold glance his way, "Take the fish and have it prepared, tonight we’ll make fish porridge for Victoria."

Assistant Woods promptly replied with respect, "Yes, boss."

Why hadn’t he noticed his boss was so double-standard until now?

For Victoria Monroe, she was "our Victoria," with smiles as if they cost nothing.

Yet for himself, a loyal servant who’d followed him for years, he was treated so coldly.

Wasn’t it because he found him a nuisance, the light bulb between the two of them?

Even as Assistant Woods was leaving with the fish, he couldn’t help but tease, "Boss, enjoying a good meal tonight."

Taking advantage of the fact that Rhys hadn’t exploded yet, Assistant Woods quickly left.

Victoria Monroe thought he was talking about dinner and emphasized, "Actually, I don’t have a big appetite, just nutritious meals thrice a day to meet the child’s growth needs will suffice, no need for trouble."

As she said this, she replaced the bait, "You know about my childhood environment, I’m easily satisfied, hardly picky with food."

She was merely stating a fact, yet it inexplicably pained Rhys to hear it.

He certainly knew how much she had suffered; the few good days were only in these years after marriage.

If Julian Fordham hadn’t done such a thing, Victoria Monroe wouldn’t have discovered his true nature and could have lived on in the beautiful world he created.

Rhys brushed the stray hair from her ear back, "Victoria, with me, you can be picky. In the past, you had no choice, but from now on, you can be as willful as you please."

Those words of being "as willful as you please" reminded her of Autumn Fordham, who was young and met Julian Fordham just as he was succeeding, experiencing a significant leap in material living.

Victoria Monroe was different; she and Julian Fordham had suffered the hardship of having no money, rented cheap houses, and even lived in warehouses to save money.

Even in recent years, after Julian had gained wealth, she didn’t flaunt it like Autumn did.

She didn’t want to burden Julian, so she was well-behaved and never disrupted his life.

Now Rhys was telling her she could be willful, and Victoria’s eyes were somewhat warm.

"Rhys, don’t be so good to me."

Otherwise, she feared she would develop thoughts she shouldn’t have.

The gaze beneath Rhys Hawthorne’s sunglasses was tender and indulgent, "Mrs. Hawthorne, I want to be good to you."

That single "Mrs. Hawthorne" made Victoria’s heart race.

"Shall I teach you again?"

"Alright."

"If you catch an even bigger fish than before, agree to me tonight..."

The topic circled back again, making Victoria’s face blush crimson, "Why do you always think of such things!"

Rhys leaned over, whispering lightly near her earlobe, "Ms. Monroe, unlike you, my life experiences until now only include last night and filming these two instances. With the rest of life still long, I’d like to spice it up a bit; I hope you can teach me more, of course, I can also explore and experience on my own."

As he said this, his voice dropped near her ear, "I have a very strong ability to learn."

Once, the title of Ms. Monroe was a sign of respect; now coming from his mouth, it had a flirtatious meaning.

Victoria blushed to her ears, "What if it’s a small fish?"

"Then we’ll do as Victoria wishes."

Suddenly, Victoria felt the fishing rod in her hand very heavy.

Actually, she didn’t dislike the idea of being intimate with Rhys; she just hadn’t sorted out their relationship.

Being pregnant with another man’s child made it impossible to easily feel at ease being close with Rhys.

Logic aside, most women are too emotional, and her body was more honest than her mouth.

Like right now, Rhys stood behind her, one hand on her waist, the other holding her fishing rod.

Even if he didn’t do anything, just being this close, Victoria couldn’t concentrate on fishing.

Especially with his broad, warm chest pressed against her back, always giving Victoria the feeling that he had her pinned beneath him.

"I basically got it now, so let me fish on my own."

"Since it’s a bet between us, fishing together seems more fair, doesn’t it, darling?"

The low male voice sounded beside her ear, incredibly magnetic, bringing a fresh breath that lingered at the side of her neck, like a current running through her body, making her half-numb with pleasure.

He wrapped her waist gently, asking in a low voice, "Victoria, are you hoping a big fish or a small fish will bite?"

If it was a big fish, then she’d have to agree to his request for tonight.

Just thinking about what he’d said in her ear earlier, Victoria’s face was flushed bright red, and she truthfully said, "A small fish."

"Is that so..." The man’s voice carried a note of deep meaning.

Just then, the bobber began to move, making Victoria’s heart tighten.

Because she clearly felt the force beneath the bobber was enormous, even far exceeding the last fish.

"Victoria, what to do, you seem to be losing." Rhys said calmly, "Should I say your luck is too good or too bad? Just learning to fish and already reeling them in one after another."

Victoria was equally helpless, the small fish she wished for didn’t come.

"Rhys, tonight..." she murmured softly, biting her lip.

Rhys’s voice was gentle and slow, filled with devilish allure: "Darling, tonight I want to properly please you."