Victoria Monroe was dumbfounded. Had she eaten poisonous mushrooms and started hallucinating?
Or had she gone deaf?
What was Rhys Hawthorne saying!
Victoria Monroe, scared, stamred, "Te-teach you what?"
She preferred to think there was sothing wrong with her, not that Rhys Hawthorne had misspoken.
Rhys Hawthorne’s lips brushed against the shell of her ear, not kissing, just lightly touching. Victoria Monroe’s body tensed, heat spreading through her.
The man’s voice was deep and sensual, he spoke slowly, "Teach how to be a good husband."
"Rhys, isn’t our marriage just a sham to help you deal with your family? So, what exactly do you... want?" Victoria Monroe felt increasingly uneasy.
"Victoria, let ask you honestly, do you dislike ?"
"No, I don’t." On the contrary, after going through these things, she relied on Rhys Hawthorne much more, otherwise, she wouldn’t have proposed being with him.
"I’ve never liked being close to people since I was young, except for you. I could have refused the kissing scene back then, but I wanted to try. That scene has stayed in my mory, Victoria, I want to experience that feeling again, can I?"
Rhys Hawthorne spoke candidly, and linking it to his previously ntioned physical issues, Victoria Monroe’s mind filled with various thoughts.
A man with a hidden ailnt, who’d never been in a relationship, must be curious about won. That’s only natural.
Just like those years when she and Julian Fordham explored each other.
"But... but our agreent..." Victoria Monroe didn’t know how to describe her shock at that mont.
This is Rhys Hawthorne! He actually proposed sothing she couldn’t even imagine.
However, the man’s expression was calm, revealing no clues, as if he were discussing the weather today, "You’ve already divorced, are you planning to avoid n for the rest of your life? You and Julian Fordham are over, are you going to keep yourself chaste for him?"
On hearing Julian Fordham’s na, anger surged within Victoria Monroe. Instinctively, she declined, "No, I just haven’t thought about these issues yet."
Hearing her answer, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Fortunately, she was no longer pining for that man.
"In that case, in the future, if you need soone to release with, could that person be ?"
Rhys Hawthorne guided her patiently and thodically, speaking frankly, with sincerity as his killer move. Victoria Monroe, in turn, couldn’t refuse.
"I, I don’t know." Victoria Monroe’s mind was in chaos, feeling this wasn’t quite right, just like when Rhys Hawthorne proposed their fake marriage; she didn’t know how to decline.
In her previous studies, she hadn’t been as good as Julian Fordham, but she had a talent for acting. Otherwise, she wouldn’t even be competent in English.
Whether it was Julian Fordham or Rhys Hawthorne, she felt like a beginner in front of them.
"Victoria, should we give it a try? If you feel disgusted, I’ll stop imdiately, okay?"
"This..." Victoria Monroe wasn’t prepared at all, Rhys Hawthorne’s words left her bewildered.
He continued, "If we complent each other, I can fulfill your needs, and you can satisfy my curiosity. We can both get what we need, right?"
Victoria Monroe’s heart raced, feeling the plot unfolding was too strange, unable to foresee where it would lead.
Not receiving her response, Rhys Hawthorne assud her silence was consent.
His fingers landed on her lips, gently caressing, "Victoria, does this make you feel uncomfortable?"
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