Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 146

When the man's fingers brushed over her ankle bone, Victoria's heart suddenly tightened, and she instinctively retorted, "Where am I too thin? I have a great figure, you know."

Hearing her words, Jack raised an eyebrow in a leisurely manner, his gaze sweeping over her inch by inch, as if it had substance. It was the kind of gaze that could grind on one's nerves and was difficult to resist, filled with burning heat.

Victoria's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly she didn't know where to put her hands and feet.

But he casually nodded and said, "That's true."

Victoria, "..."

"What are you looking at?"

Victoria's face immediately turned red, her chest feeling like a startled deer, and her ankle, which was held by the man, felt as if a weak electric current had been injected into it, making it tingly and itchy.

Victoria immediately wanted to retract her leg.

But when she tried to pull it back, she couldn't break free from the man's grip.

His fair and slender fingers still held onto her ankle.

Victoria's long and dense eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pursed her moist lips, whispering softly, "Please let go of me first..."

Jack's bone-chillingly white fingertips lightly stroked her ankle, seemingly reluctant to let go. He lazily asked, "Not going to kick me anymore?"

Victoria immediately pretended to be clueless and said, "Huh? Did you misunderstand something? I never intended to kick you."

The man raised an eyebrow, but in the next second, he suddenly exerted force, pulling Victoria back with her ankle.

Victoria was instantly startled, and then she was embraced in a pair of refreshing and pleasant-smelling arms.

The man held her as they lay down together, and his nose lightly rubbed against her cheek, ambiguous and intimate. "We agreed to sleep together tonight, holding each other."

Victoria, "...Who agreed with you?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, his tone lazy as he coaxed her, "Then, I will tell you a bedtime story, okay?"

Victoria snorted, "Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? I stopped listening to Snow White a long time ago."

After saying that, Victoria's face was filled with excitement. "I want to hear the story of the Cinderella!"

In response to her, the man let out a low chuckle, his chest slightly trembling with obvious delight.

...

The next morning.

When Victoria woke up, the first thing she saw was the man's well-defined chest and his sexy and delicate clavicle, exuding an endless allure.

This disheveled appearance was filled with a sense of romance.

Victoria swallowed and slowly raised her head, meeting the man's deep and tranquil gaze. His eyes were clear, indicating that he had been awake for a while.

Victoria awkwardly greeted, "Good morning."

"Morning." Jack's lips curled up slightly, his voice carrying the hoarseness and laziness of just waking up. "Thank you, little Victoria. I had a good rest last night."

Victoria, "..."

Victoria pouted her cheeks. "You had a good rest, but I didn't."

"Oh, I see." He seemed to seriously consider it for a moment, and then said with some difficulty, "Then I'll let you hold me tonight. How about that?"

Victoria, "???"

Victoria bumped her forehead forward, her head thumping against his chest. "No way!"

But the man lazily chuckled, "Why are you willingly throwing yourself at me?"

Victoria became even more angry and raised her hand to pinch his neck, her whole body leaning against him. "Not only am I throwing myself at you, but I can also give you a pair of hands! The hands that will choke you!"

Jack lightly laughed, lifting his chin, revealing a sexy and slender neck, making it convenient for her to pinch.

With one hand casually supporting her waist, his eyes and eyebrows were full of seductive laziness. "After you're done choking me, remember to sleep while holding me tonight, little Victoria."

Victoria, "..."

Victoria, "..."

Carl rubbed his chin, "There's also someone with a very special identity pursuing you, right? Arnold didn't tell me who that person is."

When Victoria heard "special identity," a handsome face flashed in her mind.

After a few seconds of silence, Victoria scolded in annoyance, "That traitor Arnold, why does he tell you everything?"

"Hahaha, it's because of my excellent information-gathering skills!" Carl was curious and persistent, "Who is that person with such a special identity? Ah, Jack has so many rivals."

Victoria's forehead was covered in black lines, "What rivals? Don't talk nonsense."

Carl said, "I'm not talking nonsense. And there's also your classmate, Mason or something. With my keen eyes, I can tell that he definitely likes you!"

Victoria, "??? You must have mistaken."

Mason liked her?

She had no idea.

Carl firmly defended his sharp insight and solemnly assured, "I definitely didn't mistake! Victoria, trust me!"

Startled, Victoria instantly decided to keep her distance from Mason in the future, to stay far away from him.

Victoria put the fruit platter back on the coffee table, stood up with her phone, and prepared to go back to her own room. Just as she turned around, she saw Jack standing not far away in a relaxed manner.

Victoria felt inexplicably guilty. She had put the phone on speaker while talking to Carl and didn't know how much Jack had overheard.

Victoria whispered to Carl, "I have something to do, I'll hang up first."

As soon as she hung up the phone, Jack walked towards her with a calm expression, his eyes deep and seemingly bottomless, "Many people are pursuing you?"

Victoria, "..."

Oh no, he heard everything.

The man's face showed no urgency, but his eyes shimmered with a hint of coldness. His voice was low and deep, "And there's someone with a special identity?"