Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet
Chapter 333 Feelings For Him

Chapter 333 Feelings for Him

Charlie shook.

Victoria had wanted to say those words for a long time, but kept it all in without daring to let them out. Now, blurting it all out, she felt her chest clear as she wrung her hand loose and walked to the side.

She took a deep breath, feeling her eyes sting. She kept the tears down by force.

She chuckled self-deprecatingly. "And stop hanging on to those things from five years ago. A lot can change in five years. Who says I'll be willing to be with you now? I stopped loving you a log time ago. Oh, and you don't know, do you? I have a boyfriend now. He's great to me, so you don't have to worry about my future."

Charlie's pupils shrank.

"What did you say?"

Victoria turned to him, thrusting out her chest and saying confidently, "I said I have a boyfriend now. His name's Max and he's the young master of the Nixon family of Eqitin. You must have heard of him, right? That's the kind of opportunistic woman I am. If you Stevensons can't have me, I'll replace some other backer instead of dying on your tree."

Charlie laughed coldly.

He nodded again and again.

"Good. That's very good."

His eyes grew bloodred, shining with dark, cold light.

Victoria clenched her fists and growled, "Then you can leave now, can't you!"

But the man didn't leave. Instead, he approached her.

And he pushed her up against the wall.

Victoria started, glaring at him. "What are you doing, Charlie? I'm warning you, this is my home! If you do anything out of turn, my father won't let you go!"

"What am I doing?" Charlie gritted his teeth. "You think you can lie to me like that? You think that I'm as stupid as you imagine, stupid enough to spin around in the palm of your hand?" Victoria's face changed.

"L-Let me go."

"No!"

One of his hands shot out and clamped down on her chin.

Victoria hissed as pain shot up her jaw.

Then the man's face expanded in front of her.

Victoria's eyes widened.

An icy, soft touch came down on her lips. He was so fierce it seemed he wanted to eat her up whole.

Victoria had never thought that, at a time like this with all the vitriol she'd spewed at him, he could still do something like this.

Victoria felt her jaw begin to ache.

She mumbled a few protests and tried to shove him off.

But he grabbed her hands and pressed them up against the wall over her head.

Unable to struggle further, Victoria felt a wave of sourness. Her eyes reddened, about to leak.

Charlie, too, was getting frantic.

She really thought he was such an easy person to fool.

She couldn't even think of a better excuse.

Didn't show know that, ever since she'd appeared again, he'd thoroughly investigated everyone she knew and everywhere she'd been in these five years?

He knew perfectly well who she'd contacted and what people were at her side.

Did she really think he was so easy to lie to that she'd use such a flimsy lie?

Come on!

He knew that she wasn't dating Max. She'd never seen any other men within these five years.

But hearing her say that Max was her boyfriend out loud still drew out a surge of jealousy.

That's why he needed to punish her fiercely.

Victoria had been pressed up against the wall originally, but somehow, she found herself in his tight embrace, one of his hands against the back of her head. She still knew to resist when they first started.

But this man had such good technique, and the two hadn't really practiced in those five years.

As they kissed, she slowly lost the urge to fight.

Feeling her change in his arms, Charlie's eyes finally grew warm.

He'd always known that she had feelings for him.

But he couldn't say how much, and to what degree.

So the two had treated each other like hedgehogs, wanting to get close but keeping their distance, afraid they would hurt each other.

Up until now, with them in each others arms, she was falling completely.

The true sense of touch and intimacy steadied his heart.

He was like that, but wasn't it the same for Victoria?

For five years, she kept to herself and paid the price. She'd given up too much and been through too much.

Sometimes, she'd complained, had regrets and cried, wondering that, if she hadn't fallen for him in the first place, she could have avoided ending up like this. But... if she hadn't fallen for him, she wouldn't have had Joy.

If she hadn't fallen for him, she wouldn't have had those sweet memories she would remember for the rest of her life.

And how was love something she could control?

If she could force herself not to love him, then why had countless people failed to court her all throughout these five years?

Why was it that it was always him who appeared in her mind whenever she woke up deep in the night?

Her heart ached and she trembled in his embrace, a boiling hot tear sliding from her eye.

He might have been kissing her and thoroughly moved, but he did still keep an eye on her reactions.

Knowing that she wasn't refusing and seeing her pain and agony and longing for what it was, he was sure that she still felt the same way as she did five years ago. And because of that, he didn't miss that one tear.

The man sighed lightly and released her, rubbing that one droplet from her cheek.

It was an incredibly gentle gesture, as if he was coming up on a long-lost treasure.

Victoria, though, cried even harder. All those years of resentment erupted from her in an instant.

Ever since she was small, she'd been the apple of everyone's eye. Who hadn't spoiled her rotten and gone along with her whims?

But him, only him, had caused her nothing but trouble the moment he appeared. And she'd given her heart to him, only him, even bearing her a son out of wedlock. Now he was treating her like this.

The bastard!

Victoria sobbed but couldn't move, locked in the man's arms.

A strange sensation came from her hips, itching and numb, like she was being tickled with feathers.

She felt strength leave her body.

At that moment, Charlie lifted his head.

As he looked at the wavering woman, a satisfied smirk crawled up his handsome brow.

Victoria opened her eyes, looking foggily up at him.

Her eyes were misted over with emotion, and she looked vulnerable as an innocent kitten.

The man's throat tightened.

As he lowered his head, she recovered her wits and pushed against his chest. "Mhm, don't..."

"Yes?"

He cocked an eyebrow.

Victoria blushed furiously. They'd been arguing, so how'd they end up like this?

What was this situation?