Chapter 223
Alexander watched her like a startled little bird, his eyes gleaming with even more amusement.
He pulled her hand closer to his abdomen, his deep voice carrying a hint of complaint, "No woman has ever touched my abs before. I'm giving you this first time, and you don't want it?"
Lila used all her strength to pull her hand back, "I don't deserve such an honor."
He was a man, and his strength was too much.
Her full resistance seemed completely useless.
Just as her hand was about to touch Alexander's shirt, she heard him say, "You're my wife. No one deserves it more than you."
Lila felt like crying but had no tears. She could only look at him pitifully, "Honey, please let me go!"
She had never seen any man force a woman to touch his abs before!
What kind of situation was this?
Alexander looked at her expression, as if she was about to be assaulted, and reminded her, "This is a good thing. Why are you so resistant, hmm?"
"I've never done it before. I'm nervous. I don't want to."
"Everything has a first time. Once you touch them this time, you'll have done it. Then you won't need to be nervous next time."
Having said that, he arrogantly promised her, "Trust me, you'll love this feeling!"
With those words, Alexander pulled her hand one step closer to his abs.
"No!" Lila cried out in panic.
In her nervous anxiety, she suddenly realized that Alexander's pulling motion had stopped.
Lila thought it was finally going to end.
But the next second, she heard Alexander speak, "The shirt is still on me, which might affect the feel a bit. If you mind, wife, should I take it off?"
Lila didn't know what to say for a moment.
So it wasn't ending—it hadn't really started yet!
While shocked, she also laughed coldly to herself.
Listen to that!
Listen to Alexander's tone, acting like he was asking for her opinion!
He always gave people a very democratic feeling, but actually did whatever he wanted.
Alexander looked at her silent state and raised an eyebrow, "Not saying anything means you agree? You want me to take it off for you to touch?"
Lila immediately snapped back, "No need to take it off!"
He accommodatingly said, "Okay, then I won't."
With that, her hand was suddenly pulled forward and landed directly on Alexander's stomach—more precisely, on his abs.
Because of her nervousness, Lila's hand was clenched in a fist.
Even so, she still felt incredibly nervous.
However, Alexander wasn't satisfied.
After her hand was passively pressed against his abdomen, Alexander's blue eyes stared straight at her, observing every subtle expression on her face. At the same time, his large hand forcefully opened her clenched fist, making her small hand spread out so that her entire palm was pressed against his abs.
Having achieved his goal, Alexander looked her up and down and asked with a smile, "How does it feel?"
Lila's face had long turned completely red.
She had never so brazenly touched a man's abs before.
As for how it felt?
Hard, very strong, very solid.
It wasn't hard to guess that this was the result of Alexander's years of consistent exercise.
He already had a great physique—broad shoulders and a narrow waist, which was visible to the naked eye. But actually touching his abs, she discovered that a good body wasn't just pleasing to look at—it felt pretty great to touch too.
While Lila's mind was racing, her chin was suddenly lifted up. Then, without warning, she crashed into Alexander's deep blue eyes. His coaxing voice sounded in her ears, "Mrs. Sinclair, I'm asking you a question. Answer me. Did you hear?"