Before Lavinia could react, he had already lowered his head and pressed against her lips.
Unlike his usual gentle restraint, tonight he seemed a bit rushed, eager to confirm something.
She pushed him gently, wanting to ask what was wrong, but his arms tightened around her.
She gave up, gradually getting used to it, her weak response turning into active cooperation, her breath mingling with his.
Their heartbeats gradually synced up, and neither wanted to stop. The shameful, wet sounds subtly pounded against their eardrums, but by now they were completely past feeling embarrassed.
A thought suddenly flashed through Lavinia's mind—she was having a secret rendezvous, she was going to elope.
In an instant, she understood the tropes in the romance novels; this was what reckless, mutual attraction felt like.
After a long time, his lips pulled back slightly, his large hand still threaded through her hair, cupping the back of her head, his forehead resting against hers.
"I'm a little angry." He said.
"Why?" Lavinia blinked.
"You know why."
"I didn't expect him to come either."
"He's an idiot, and what about you? Are you going to jump off a cliff with him with your eyes closed?"
Lavinia's eyes widened like a rabbit's.
He looked at her round eyes, his gaze softening for a moment, but then he relentlessly questioned: "Why did you let him hold your hand?"
She suddenly felt that he wasn't as reasonable as usual.
"Then tell me, what should we do? I'll just give you this hand." Lavinia pressed her right hand against his chest, "I won't use silverware, I won't type, except for you to hold, it has no other use. You can serve me then."
He grasped her hand, kissing it delicately as if he had found a treasure.
A tingling itch washed over her. Lavinia bit her lip to keep from letting out a sound. She never thought that just having her hand kissed could be so arousing.
While bowing his head to kiss her hand, he said, "Once the divorce is final, block him."
"Okay." Lavinia agreed earnestly.
He didn't stop while he was ahead, and continued to demand: "I really don't want to see you having to deal with him when you wake up tomorrow morning. Let's go."


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