Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Ms. Monroe, Please Teach Me
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, stammered, "Te-teach you what?"
She preferred to think there was something 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 me 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 me ask you honestly, do you dislike me?"
"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 memory, Victoria, I want to experience that feeling again, can I?"
Rhys Hawthorne spoke candidly, and linking it to his previously mentioned physical issues, Victoria Monroe’s mind filled with various thoughts.
A man with a hidden ailment, who’d never been in a relationship, must be curious about women. That’s only natural.
Just like those years when she and Julian Fordham explored each other.
"But... but our agreement..." Victoria Monroe didn’t know how to describe her shock at that moment.
This is Rhys Hawthorne! He actually proposed something 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 men 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 name, 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 someone to release with, could that person be me?"
Rhys Hawthorne guided her patiently and methodically, 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 immediately, okay?"
"This..." Victoria Monroe wasn’t prepared at all, Rhys Hawthorne’s words left her bewildered.
He continued, "If we complement 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 assumed her silence was consent.
His fingers landed on her lips, gently caressing, "Victoria, does this make you feel uncomfortable?"