Chapter 398

Evelyn simply wanted Victoria to witness her intimate moment with Liam.

After their first tender kiss, Evelyn shyly pulled away from Liam's lips.

Victoria considered intervening, but before she could react, Liam moved faster.

His strong hand cradled the back of Evelyn's head while his other arm encircled her slender waist, pulling her forcefully against him. Then he captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for hesitation.

The sudden intensity took Evelyn by surprise. She found herself pressed flush against Liam's broad, muscular chest with no space between them.

In that moment, it felt like the world around them ceased to exist.

Victoria's face darkened with barely contained fury before she spun on her heel and stormed out.

With Evelyn's delicate hands resting against Liam's chest, he kissed her with such consuming passion that her knees weakened. Her entire body felt weightless, as if floating in his embrace.

His powerful arms enveloped her completely while his kiss grew more demanding. He teased and claimed her lips with an urgency that spoke of long-suppressed desire, losing himself in the moment without any intention of stopping.

Gone was the innocence of their first kiss - now Evelyn responded with equal fervor.

Her position straddling his lap left no doubt about their intimacy, allowing her to feel his unmistakable arousal pressing against her.

The moment was electrifying and overwhelming.

Evelyn's heart raced wildly as heat flooded her body. The intensity of their kiss left her breathless, her chest rising and falling in erratic bursts.

Their passionate exchange seemed to last an eternity before Evelyn gently pushed against Liam's chest, signaling she needed air. He reluctantly released her lips but kept their foreheads pressed together, both breathing heavily as their warm breaths mingled.

"That was your first time kissing me," Liam murmured in that deep, gravelly voice that sent shivers down her spine.

Evelyn remained dazed, still floating in the cloud of passion. Her body felt deliciously warm and pliant, with an unfamiliar ache building low in her abdomen - a sensation she'd never experienced before.

"Liam," she whispered shyly, her fingers lightly gripping his broad shoulders, uncertain how to voice her thoughts.

"Yes, darling?" His response was rough with desire.

"She's gone," Evelyn managed, her voice thick with embarrassment.

"I noticed."

"We should..." Evelyn trailed off, heat flooding her cheeks. From head to toe, she burned with need yet couldn't find the courage to voice her desire.

All she wanted was for Liam to sweep her off to their bedroom.

Yet hesitation crept in - Liam had only recently recovered. Perhaps indulging their passion wasn't wise just yet.

As Evelyn wrestled with her thoughts, Liam's warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "Could you get down first?"

"Hmm?" Evelyn blinked, startled from her daze.

Without waiting for response, Liam's strong hands gripped her waist and lifted her effortlessly onto the nearby sofa.

Silently, he stood and strode purposefully toward the stairs.

Evelyn watched his retreating form with confusion. What just happened? Did I do something wrong? Why is he leaving so abruptly?

After smoothing her dress and composing herself, Evelyn moved to the dining room for a solitary breakfast. Meanwhile, upstairs, Liam tore off his shirt and marched straight to the bathroom.

Turning the shower to its coldest setting, he stepped beneath the icy spray, willing his racing pulse to slow.

The freezing water cascaded over his heated skin as he fought to control his breathing.

Gradually, the physical intensity of his desire lessened, but the memory of Evelyn's soft body against his refused to fade.

He tilted his face upward, letting the water run over his clenched jaw. Gripping the shower wall, he took several deep, steadying breaths.

When Evelyn was still Cassandra, he'd never experienced such overwhelming desire, despite their marriage and his deep care for her.

But now, every touch, every kiss with Evelyn ignited an uncontrollable fire within him.

After thirty minutes beneath the cold water, Liam finally emerged, wrapping a towel around his waist. He grabbed another to dry his hair as he moved toward the closet.

Suddenly, he froze - his gaze locking onto Evelyn who stood waiting by the closet door.

Having finished breakfast, Evelyn had come upstairs to find Liam, only to discover him showering. She hadn't expected him to emerge shirtless, water still glistening on his toned torso.