Tangled Hearts: Chased by Another Tycoon after Divorce-Chapter 164: Be Gentle

Rhys Hawthorne had never been so teased; it felt dreamlike and unreal for a moment.

Victoria Monroe’s thoughts were simple. She thought he lacked masculine confidence, and that deep down, he must be insecure, which is why he hadn’t interacted with women all these years.

But he was also curious about women’s bodies. She couldn’t help him with anything else, so she could only satisfy this curiosity of his.

Rhys could roughly guess her thoughts. She didn’t really want to associate with him; she just pitied him.

She thought that once he understood the structure of a woman’s body, he wouldn’t be curious anymore.

Rhys cherished and respected her, so how could he take advantage of her under such circumstances? What he wanted was her willing heart.

He didn’t undo her buttons but instead slipped his hand under the hem of her clothes.

His hand came to rest on the scar at her waist.

Victoria was a bit surprised; once again, Rhys had taken her by surprise.

She was mentally prepared to cooperate as much as possible tonight, not knowing the man would not touch her imprudently.

The rough pads of his fingers gently stroked the scar. Blushing, Victoria asked, "Is this enough?"

"Yes, I’ve already engraved this scar in my heart. It will constantly remind me to protect you."

The man’s breath fell lightly on her hair, as clear and pure as he was.

Victoria blinked, "Rhys, don’t you want to..."

Thinking of the words said on the boat during the day, it was his most candid statement.

Rhys buried his head in her neck, "Yes, I want to, but you don’t want it, Victoria, I don’t need pity."

Victoria, I want all of you!

In the darkness, his pupils resembled a fierce beast.

Clearly starving, yet he stubbornly refused to tear at the prey before him.

Victoria’s intentions were uncovered, and she seemed somewhat uneasy, "Rhys, I... I just wanted to do something for you."

"The best way to repay is for you to be my Mrs. Hawthorne. No matter what happens in the future, don’t let go of my hand."

Rhys appeared to have predicted something, "Leave the big problems to me to solve, don’t make decisions on your own, alright?"

Victoria felt like his words had a deeper meaning, as if implying something.

But his voice was so sincere, Victoria dared not underestimate it, and she replied earnestly, "Okay."

He kissed her on the earlobe, "Good girl, sleep now, I’ll take good care of you and the child."

Victoria had waited hours for him and was already sleepy. Seeing that he wasn’t in the mood, she breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

The following day.

The glaring sunlight spilled in, disturbing the two in bed.

Rhys never had the habit of staying in bed late, but on this day, he uncharacteristically overslept.

Both were very much in harmony, and after last night’s events, Victoria trusted Rhys even more, nestling in his embrace like a bird.

With her arms around his neck, her chin rested on his shoulder, while Rhys’s strong arm wrapped around her slim waist, his chin on her hair.

Awoken by the sunlight, Victoria opened her eyes to see the man’s porcelain-white prominent Adam’s apple, and only then realized that Rhys was still in bed today.

They now lay intertwined like a loving pair of yang and yin, so intimate.

A gravelly voice came from above, "Awake?"

Victoria met his lowered gaze, her cheeks dusted with a blush, and shyly replied, "Yes."

"Victoria, you should get used to this. Every day and night from now on, we’ll sleep in each other’s arms."

After speaking, Rhys ruffled her hair, "Not fully awake yet? Go back to sleep for a bit."

As he got out of bed and went to the bathroom, Victoria’s mind was dazed, thinking that perhaps such a life wasn’t bad.

Rhys was considerate and gentle with her, willing to accept her child and give them a home. Victoria began to get used to this kind of life.

The bathroom door opened, and Rhys saw the little woman stretching lazily on the bed.

In the sunlight, she looked languid like a cat, showing off her snow-white small belly with too much exertion.

It was still not obvious that she was pregnant; her waistline was still slim and slender.

Her slightly curled hair fell down her back, and in her good mood, she smiled and said to Rhys, "Good morning, Little Master."

Finally, Rhys understood the power of one smile to topple a city, and another to topple a country.

Victoria just had that kind of effect.

He strode to the bed, leaned over, cupped the woman’s chin, and planted a surprise kiss on Victoria, "Good morning, Victoria."

A touch and separation, his lips lingered with his refreshing mint scent.

Then the trip became more relaxed, and Rhys took her to another island.

The seawater here was as clear and clean as glass, and the sand was fine and soft.

Victoria strolled along the beach, her white skirt fluttering in the wind.

Rhys, holding a fresh coconut with a straw, stood under a coconut tree and waved at her, "Victoria, come."

Victoria had no guards up against him, her eyes full of smiles.

Rhys had waited for many years, finally seeing Victoria throw herself into his arms the way she used to with Julian Fordham.

"Little Master, you’re so good," Victoria snuggled into his chest, "How did you know I wanted coconut juice?"

He tapped her nose, "A lucky guess. Is it good?"

Victoria tilted her head back, her smile evident, "Yes, it tastes nice, you try."

"Alright."

At his words, the man leaned down, casting a shadow over her face.

Victoria no longer minded sharing a straw with him.

However, instead of biting the straw, the man’s lips were on hers.

In recent days, their physical contacts had increased, and he would give her good morning and goodnight kisses.

But this time was different from the previous light pecks; he aggressively pried open her lips, carrying an unusual dominance and forcefulness.

Victoria did not reject his touch; instead, she reacted instinctively, her body growing softer.

The coconut in her hand dropped by her feet, spilling its juice.

She hung limply onto the man’s body, her breath filled only with his clear, light scent, making her unable to resist, driven only by instinct to engage with him.

In the distance, the waves crashed against the shore, gradually wetting the dry sand.

The man’s scorching breath fell on her lips, "So sweet."

It was unclear if he was referring to the coconut juice or her.

Victoria couldn’t help but let out a soft hum, "Rhys, don’t—there are people..."

Rhys met the flush on her face, knowing the day had finally arrived.

His hand, as if absentmindedly, caressed her waist through her clothes, igniting her heat.

His wet lips whispered at the back of her ear, laced with devilish temptation, "Darling, I booked a room on the island just not far away, no one’s there. Will you come with me?"

Victoria met his gaze, knowing full well Rhys had always been waiting for her to be willing.

It wasn’t out of gratitude or pity; it was because she had developed a genuine feeling for him.

This question was asking if she was ready.

The sea breeze tousled both their hair, his hands paused at her waist, his downcast eyes tenderly soft.

He was a man rich with patience, composed and gentlemanly.

Victoria swallowed her saliva, her heart no longer in past conflicts.

She was already divorced, with no ties to Julian Fordham.

Rhys wasn’t incapable, nor would he hurt her.

After all, her body had long been seen by him, and she didn’t dislike his touch.

Neither married, there’s nothing left to dread.

Victoria looked at him with eyes filled with nervousness yet expectation, like a girl agreeing to go home with a man for the first time, biting her lip and softly murmuring, "Okay."

With that one word, the man instantly swooped her up and strode away.

"Victoria, this answer... I’ve waited too long for this..."

Uneasy, Victoria tugged at his collar, whispering at his neck, "Rhys, be gentle."