Tangled Hearts: Chased by Another Tycoon after Divorce-Chapter 166: He Finally Got His Wish

The bathroom door opened, and Victoria Monroe walked out wearing a bathrobe, bringing a fresh fragrance to the room.

Rhys Hawthorne wasn’t in the room. Victoria pushed open the balcony door and saw Rhys standing by the pool, staring blankly at the frangipani.

The last rays of the sun had withdrawn, placing the man at the edge of light and shadow, making him appear solitary and indifferent.

Victoria clearly sensed a faint gloom enveloping him, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor.

That phone call was from Mr. Hawthorne. Did something happen?

Her relationship with Rhys was peculiar—not quite like a marriage, not quite like a friendship, nor like a romantic couple—yet it seemed to lean in that direction, difficult to encapsulate with precise words.

So she didn’t know how to comfort him.

After a while, Rhys suddenly felt a tug on his clothes. He snapped back to reality, realizing it was already dark.

Victoria stood by the shimmering pool, displaying an open palm with a fruit candy on it.

Her innocent eyes could heal everything, and her voice was gentle, "Young master, would you like a piece of candy? If you’re feeling down, have a candy."

The woman before him overlapped with the little girl from his childhood; she was still so obedient and kind.

Rhys leaned down and embraced her, burying his chin in her neck. "This is nice."

Victoria felt a melancholic aura surrounding the man and reached out to pat his back. "Did something happen?"

"It’s okay, I can handle it. Can you promise me something?"

"Tell me."

"In the future, if someone threatens or entices you to leave me, I hope you’ll cover your ears and not listen to anything or think about it, just trust me."

Victoria guessed a little, "Did the Hawthorne family find out about me?"

Facing Victoria’s eyes, Rhys thought of Julian Fordham’s example. He chose to be honest without hiding anything from her.

He held Victoria’s hand and explained everything gently, "Victoria, first I want to tell you that my family is very forgiving people. My father called not because he has any prejudice against you. He just heard some rumors and wanted to test the waters. He has no dissatisfaction with you."

"It was Julian Fordham who told him, right?"

Victoria and Rhys had been very discreet about their whereabouts. Besides Julian Fordham, no one else in the world would know she was with Rhys.

Surely, she hadn’t returned to Kenton for several days, and Julian must have gotten anxious, resorting to these tactics to force Rhys away from her.

Once Rhys left her, she would be without support, and Julian would approach her under the guise of love, claiming he was the person who loved her most in this world.

Victoria never doubted Julian’s love for her, but reaching this point, even if she were to die alone, she would never look back.

Old habits die hard, and that day, Julian merely let her go momentarily.

He thought he would soon return to Kenton to bury his grandmother, and in his territory, Victoria couldn’t stir up much trouble.

Julian was certain that in just a few days, she wouldn’t fall in love with someone else, and he still had a chance.

Little did he know that by using such methods, he forced Victoria time and again.

She wouldn’t look back, only moving farther away.

Rhys pursed his lips but didn’t fan the flames because of it.

"It’s not entirely clear where my father got his information from. It’s possible, Victoria, just promise me you won’t give up."

Rhys’s black eyes were sincere; he desperately wanted a guarantee from Victoria.

There wasn’t any love between them initially; it was Victoria’s sense of gratitude and obligation. He was truly afraid that the Hawthorne family’s mere words would make Victoria leave him.

After finally waiting for her to leave Julian’s side and come closer to him, he wasn’t afraid of hardships, only afraid that Victoria would let go.

Victoria didn’t understand his thoughts, only felt his urgent desire for a response from her.

And this response wasn’t just about their arranged marriage; there were special emotions spreading in both of their hearts.

Rhys’s grip on her hand was so warm. He didn’t rush her, patiently waiting for her answer.

The sky had turned completely dark, the streetlights lit up, and their silhouettes reflected in the pool.

Victoria didn’t know what Rhys was planning, but she instinctively knew Rhys wouldn’t harm her.

She turned her hand to hold his, earnestly replying, "Okay, I won’t give up."

The cloudiness between the man’s brows cleared at that moment.

He leaned down and rubbed his forehead against hers, "Thank you, Victoria."

Victoria only felt that the tall man before her was like an obedient big dog, completely different from Julian Fordham.

His respect made her feel at ease.

Thinking of how Julian used such despicable means, and how Rhys never said a bad word about him in front of her.

This was the difference between the two men.

Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoeing to kiss him voluntarily, "Hello, father of my child."

When Rhys heard this title, he knew she had genuinely accepted him as the father.

It wasn’t out of gratitude!

He lifted Victoria by the waist and embraced her.

If Julian hadn’t used such vile tactics, perhaps she would still have an indefinable sense of alienation in her heart.

But now, that barrier was gone.

Tonight, she would pull the deity from the pedestal into the mortal world, making him feel all seven human emotions.

He laid her on the soft bed, his eyes filled with restrained desire. He lowered his voice and asked, "Victoria, are you ready?"

Victoria murmured, "Rhys, don’t give me room to regret."

She wanted to break away completely from Julian, leaving him no chance to covet her.

To have intimate contact with Rhys.

There was no turning back from this point forward.

"Victoria, don’t regret it."

Rhys’s voice was deep and full of desire, his dark pupils brimming with aggressive longing.

Victoria’s eyes moistened slightly, and she called out softly, "Rhys..."