Chapter 10
But even in such an intimate moment, he didn’t rush to claim ber.
Instead, he gently wrapped her in a soft towel and carried her to the pristine, white bed adorned with When he settled himself beside her, be made sure to take the necessary precautions. But as he finally entered her, he immediately sensed an obstruction. Eleanor gasped, feeling a sharp pain, causing Victor to withdraw and envelop her in the covers.
He had assumed that Eleanor, being in the entertainment industry and involved with Percival, couldn’t possibly still be a virgin. But… the feeling just now.couldn’t be mistaken; she had never experienced intimacy before…
“What’s wrong?” Eleanor asked, noticing Victor had halted, her cheeks flushed and remarkably enticing.
“Let’s wait for another time,” Victor replied, pleasantly surprised yet frustrated that he had misjudged her.
“Am I not satisfying you?” she questioned, her voice a mixture of confusion and allure.
“If I had continued as I was, it would have hurt you.” Victor donned a robe and returned to her side, striving to suppress his desire. He wanted her first time to be memorable, not painful. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were inexperienced?”
“Would you expect me to say something like that?” Eleanor nestled into the crook of his shoulder. “You would know eventually.”
“And just what does that moment mean, then? Did we… or didn’t we?” She added
“Regardless of whether we did, you’re already my wife now–you can’t escape that…” After saying this, Victor lifted Eleanor effortlessly into his arm and strode into the bathroom. “Let me see if you’re alright.”
Seeing his anxious expression, Eleanor couldn’t help but giggle. “You’re nothing like what people describe.”
“What do you think I am?” Victor set her downs in the tub and began running w
water.
“A tyrant who controls the very essence of celebrities, ruthless and devoid of humanity,”
“To others, that’s how I appear,” Victor said earnestly. “But to you… since you are my wife and willing to trust me, I’ll show you my true self.”
“However, Eleanor, I need to warn you.”
“For me, a single act of betrayal is unforgivable. Any decrit or betrayal will never be tolerated.”
Eleanor propped herself up, almost nose–to–nose with Victor. “What a coincidence, I feel the same way.”
That night, their physical relationship reached only half of its potential, yet their hearts drew closer together. The following morning. Eleanor woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the window, but Victor’s side of the bed was already cold.
Thinking he had left, she padded into the living room where she found him, looking effortlessly elegant as he perused documents, waiting for her.
“I’ve prepared some new clothes for you. They’re in the bathroom; get ready. We need to leave soon.”
Eleanor nodded and turned toward the bathroom when suddenly, her ph
phone rang; it was Percival.
Ferling a bit awkward, Eleanor blushed as Victor arched an eyebror playfully, “You want me to answer the call?”
