Chapter 173: I Like Mom, and I Also Like Auntie Quinn!

That afternoon, Violet moved back to the Hart family estate.

Violet dragged her suitcase through the door. Theodore ran out from the living room and threw himself straight into her arms. "Mom!"

Violet bent down and picked him up. Theodore wrapped his arms around her neck and wouldn't let go. He asked happily, "Is Mom going to live at home from now on?"

Violet patted his head but didn't answer directly.

Theodore didn't mind. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to play with him.

Violet sat down on the sofa and saw a dinosaur model toy on the single armchair. She recognized it right away—it was the one Quinn bought.

Theodore had changed lately. He wasn't pushing his mom away anymore and even seemed to like her more. But he still loved his Auntie Quinn.

Violet didn't think much of it and just played sudoku with him.

Not long after, Adrian came back to the Hart family estate with his caregiver. His arm was in a cast, so he couldn't move easily.

Over the next few days, Violet brought some daily things over from the apartment.

Life at the Hart family estate seemed to go back to how it was before the couple started fighting about divorce. Violet got up early every day to make breakfast, took Theodore to school, went to VelocityTech for work during the day, and came back in the evening to cook dinner and take care of Adrian.

Adrian sat in the living room helping Theodore with homework, but his eyes kept drifting toward the kitchen. He kept glancing at Violet moving around, and when he smelled the food, he felt calmer than he ever had before.

After seven years of marriage, Adrian had always been cold to Violet and never noticed what she did for him. Now he thought this kind of family life felt really warm.

It wasn't just Theodore who had changed—Adrian had changed too.

The day of the car accident, Adrian could have avoided it. But thinking about going to the cafe to sign the divorce papers made him feel annoyed for no reason. He got distracted while driving and didn't dodge in time.

A week after he left the hospital, Adrian wasn't used to being taken care of, so he let the caregiver go.

That night, Theodore went to bed early. Violet went to the study to handle work emails from VelocityTech.

Around eleven, Violet closed her laptop and headed back to her room. When she passed the master bedroom, she heard a small sound inside. She paused for a second.

Adrian's door wasn't fully closed. There was a small gap. She shouldn't have stopped, but then she heard another dull thud, like something metal hitting the floor.

Violet hesitated, then pushed the door open gently. "Adrian?"

The sound came from the bathroom. Violet walked over and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

The bathroom was quiet for two seconds, then Adrian answered, "...I'm fine."

Violet stood at the door. Once she was sure he was okay, she turned to leave.

But then another sound came from inside, louder this time.

Violet remembered Adrian couldn't move well, so she pushed the door open.

Hot steam rushed out. Through the mist, Violet saw Adrian standing in the shower with the water still running. His left arm was in a cast wrapped in a waterproof cover, so he had knocked over the bath products.

Violet's eyes landed on Adrian's naked body—his solid chest, narrow waist, tight abs, the faint V-line, and his fairly large penis.

She quickly looked away and bent down to pick up the products.

The bathroom floor was wet. When Violet squatted, her foot slipped and she tipped forward.

Adrian reached out with his right hand, grabbed her arm, and steadied her. Her hand landed on his chest, palm against his hot skin.

"Steady now?" Adrian looked down at her.

Violet was only wearing a nightdress with a loose neckline. When Adrian looked down, he could see half of her breasts.

His gaze turned hot, wet and deep from the steam, with a faint ripple in his eyes.

As he watched her, Violet looked up and met his eyes. His penis pressed against her waist, and the air suddenly felt charged.

Their eyes locked, breaths mixing.

"Adrian..." Violet was about to tell him to let go.

Before she could finish, her back hit the wet tiles. Adrian pulled her in and kissed her hard. His kiss felt like he was letting out pent-up anger, like he'd been holding back for a long time.

The shower water kept running. Both of them got damp.

Violet pushed him without thinking, but her hand on his bare chest made the push feel more like a touch.

Adrian was losing control. As they kissed, his penis grew hard.

Then his lips moved to her jaw and down her neck.

The steam soaked Violet's dress, sticking it to her body and showing her curves.

Adrian's right hand slid up from her waist, over the wet fabric, and covered her breast. The heat from his palm went through the thin cotton and made her shiver.

His fingers squeezed gently through the cloth.

Violet bit her lip and stayed quiet, but her breathing got uneven. Her hand at her side hesitated, then reached out and touched his waist, fingers brushing his firm abs.

Soon she felt his erection.

Violet looked at Adrian, then at his casted left arm.

He was propping himself against the wall with one hand to hold her. It looked awkward for sex.

"Adrian," Violet's voice was a bit hoarse. "Your arm is hurt."

Adrian looked down at her, his eyes dark like ink. He didn't speak, but his eyes held a clear request.

After two seconds of silence, Violet's hand moved down, over his tight stomach, and landed on his hard penis.

When she held it, Adrian's breathing deepened.

Violet curled her fingers around the hot shaft. She could feel it twitch in her palm. Her thumb slid up along the veins from the base to the tip, then she started stroking up and down.

Adrian's breathing grew heavier. Every time she tightened her grip, his Adam's apple moved.

Seeing the pleasure on his face, Violet sped up a little, fingers firm. Adrian let out a low, deep groan.

Violet looked up. He had his eyes closed, jaw tight, sweat running down his forehead.

She tightened her grip again and stroked faster.

Adrian reached behind her neck, pulled her close, and pressed his lips to her ear. His hot breath hit her skin with rough, muffled gasps.

After a while, Violet felt a rush of heat in her palm. Warm semen spilled from the tip and slid between her fingers.

Adrian's whole body tensed to the limit, trembled slightly, then slowly relaxed.

He didn't let go. His forehead rested on her shoulder, breathing heavy and deep until it evened out.

Violet stayed still too. Her hand still held his now-softening penis, her palm sticky and warm.

After a long moment, she slowly let go and cleaned the mess off her hand.

Adrian stepped back a little and looked at her.

He picked up the towel nearby with his right hand and wiped her hand clean. "Thanks."