Chapter 178
Martin's lazy posture was like calling over a pet cat he could take or leave.
Victoria didn't want to go over. She wasn't someone without self-respect.
But thinking about needing his help, thinking about Hayden still waiting for his medication to be restored.
Victoria took heavy steps, gripping the hairdryer in her hand, walking toward him step by step.
Like walking toward her fate—unwilling, but with no other choice.
Victoria walked up to Martin. He reached out to take the hairdryer from her hand, then plugged it into the socket.
Victoria knew what he wanted to do. Just as his large hand was about to touch her hair.
She jerked back a step, as if shocked by electricity.
"What are you dodging for?"
Perhaps Victoria's action hurt his pride. Martin's face instantly darkened, his dark brows furrowing.
Victoria pressed her lips together, saying the opposite of what she felt, "I'm not dodging."
"Then get over here!" Martin's tone became heavier.
Victoria let out a small breath, "I don't want to trouble you."
"Like you haven't troubled me enough times already? Come here!" He pulled her over.
The hairdryer blew.
Martin's slender, well-defined fingers moved back and forth through her hair at her scalp.
The warm touch couldn't stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.
If this were before, with him so attentively drying her hair, she would have blushed with shyness, her heart sweet as honey.
When things are abnormal, there must be a problem. Victoria thought Martin probably felt guilty after doing so many things wrong, so many things to betray her, that he suddenly remembered to dry her hair.
But she didn't need it at all. What she needed was for him to restore Hayden's treatment.
"Martin—" Victoria instinctively spoke up.
The originally harmonious atmosphere was instantly shattered by her sudden voice.
And her tone was quite urgent.
No need to ask—he knew what she wanted to say.
Couldn't they even stay quietly together for a moment now?
Martin's hand drying her hair suddenly froze.
Victoria looked up, wanting to ask about restoring Hayden's medication, but he glared at her, "Can't you just be quiet? Drying your hair and you still have so much to say?"
All of Victoria's words got stuck in her throat.
Victoria lowered her eyes.
Her fingers gripped the bathrobe belt tightly.
She wanted to be quiet too, but could she afford to? If she stayed quiet, Hayden would be gone.
So Martin was already this impatient with her.
If he was this impatient, why bother with the pretense of drying her hair?
Wasn't it disgusting?
Victoria forcefully swallowed the retort she wanted to throw at him.
After drying her hair.
Martin put the hairdryer in the drawer under the nightstand.
The dark shirt and black dress pants he was wearing—she had bought them for him.
Since they started dating, Victoria had been in charge of his wardrobe and daily necessities.
And he actually wore the shirt and pants she bought him to hug and embrace Mia, maybe even did things to betray her after she left.
Thinking about this, Victoria found that shirt glaring, her heart feeling blocked.
But she didn't want to fuss over these things anymore, didn't want to create more complications.
"Martin, can you call Terry now? If my dad doesn't get his medication tonight, he'll really die!" Victoria knew she shouldn't keep bringing up this topic so tactlessly.
But she was Hayden's only daughter—she had no choice!
Sure enough, when Martin turned around, his eyes were cold as knife blades, sharply piercing through her skin, "Victoria, besides this matter, do you have nothing else to say?"
"We're in a transaction anyway. What else do you think we could talk about besides this?" Victoria was genuinely puzzled.
Talk about how shameless Martin was, what an ungrateful person?
Or how he treated her and Mia so differently?
Victoria didn't want to bring up these unhappy things anymore. All her focus was on her family now. She just wanted to properly arrange for the Gonzalez family before she died!
Then completely disappear from this world, letting all the hatred vanish with her death.
She felt that being able to do this much was already very, very difficult.
Already quite good.
What more did Martin want from her?
Victoria blinked her dry eyes, "Martin, enough is enough."
"Enough is enough? I should be the one saying that." Martin's ice-cold fingers precisely gripped Victoria's chin.
His face was very, very close to hers.
His nose almost touching her nose.
Such an intimate distance, yet without a hint of intimacy in the atmosphere.
Victoria instinctively wanted to avoid him.
Jealousy burned wildly in Martin's heart.
She was this repulsed by him?
Before, she couldn't wait for him to be this close to her.
The old Victoria would actively cling to him, wrap around him, bring her tempting red lips close to him.
How could there be such a big difference now?
Was it because of those few days with Aaron?
Martin really wanted to test just how much she rejected him!
He deliberately leaned forward.
She was forced down onto the bed.
Warm breath sprayed on Victoria's cheeks. On her neck.
Victoria's heartbeat instantly quickened.
How ironic—Martin had used her feelings to do all kinds of unconscionable things, yet when he got close, her heart still raced, still beat faster.
She still wanted to throw herself into his arms.
Victoria really looked down on herself like this.
Seeing she wasn't so repulsed by him anymore, Martin's expression softened considerably.
Her pale lips, falling in his gaze, made him feel even more tender.
Wanting to kiss her.
It had been so, so long since they'd done anything that intimate.
Smelling the fragrance emanating from her body, Martin felt the impulse to go further.
As Martin's body drew closer and closer.
His handsome appearance, full of masculine scent, spread all around Victoria.
For that instant, Victoria wanted to surrender.
A woman's perfume smell suddenly rushed into Victoria's nose.
This scent—she was very familiar with it.
It was Mia's favorite perfume!
Right—they had hugged so tightly in the hospital room, so reluctant to part. It was perfectly normal for Martin's shirt to have Mia's perfume on it, wasn't it?
Victoria suddenly snapped awake.
She crossed her arms over her chest, not letting him kiss her, "Martin, enough!"
Was playing with her like this fun? Did toying with her give him a sense of achievement?
If Martin wanted to seduce her, he should at least change his clothes. How could he feel okay wearing a shirt with another woman's perfume on it while being intimate with her?
Victoria frowned, angrily looking up to glare at him.
Undoubtedly, this action enraged Martin.
He suddenly gripped her chin, forcefully pulling her in front of him, "Enough? I think it's far from enough. Aren't you willing to do anything for your shameless father? How come you're so unwilling when I just want to kiss you? Has Aaron already played with you enough that you've had your fill?"
"Martin! I'm not as shameless as you!" Victoria glared at him, shouting in a low voice.
But he just sneered, his thin lips curving coldly as they approached her.
Victoria was about to dodge.
"Dodge one more time, and I'll make Aaron lose everything. Believe it or not?"