Chapter 225
Lila looked at his movements, scared half to death. "What are you doing?"
Alexander chuckled softly, his burning, deep eyes falling on her face, the unclear dark gleam in them like a prelude to approaching danger.
She soon heard his scornful question, "What do you think?"
Lila lowered her head, refusing to look at him.
But her heart was pounding wildly.
Amid her nervousness, she maintained what little rationality she had left to remind him, "You said before that you wouldn't force me anymore. What are you doing today? Taking off your clothes in front of me, and insisting I touch your abs—isn't that forcing me?"
At this point, Lila glanced at him from the corner of her eye, "Alexander Sinclair, you're going back on your word. What kind of man does that?"
Hearing her call out his full name, he seemed quite surprised. A gleam appeared in his eyes, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened. But the next second, his expression changed, and his gaze narrowed dangerously, "I'm not a man?"
Lila felt utterly helpless about what Alexander was focusing on at this moment.
Was that the point?
Just as she was about to complain inwardly, the hand that Alexander had been holding was firmly pressed by him against his exposed abs.
Lila turned back in surprise, her eyes full of shock, "You?"
Her hand was cold.
His abdomen was hot.
The extreme sensation of cold meeting heat not only impacted Lila's senses but also stirred Alexander's interest.
He guided her hand across his six-pack abs, and when it moved to the lower two small sections, he suddenly pulled her into his arms and looked down at her, "Is it because I haven't let you taste what a man is like that you dare to provoke me so boldly?"
"I'm just saying you don't keep your word."
"I said I wouldn't force you—I meant I wouldn't force you to sleep with me. I also said I wanted to build feelings with you, and I said even earlier that physical contact is the first step in building feelings. Mrs. Sinclair, tell me, which of my words didn't I keep?"
Lila stared at him, unable to find suitable words to argue back for a moment.
Alexander was satisfied with her reaction, "Can't say anything now? Good. Then now I'll let Mrs. Sinclair feel and see for herself whether or not I'm a man!"
With those words, he guided her hand downward.
Lila desperately pulled her hand back, using every ounce of strength in her body to finally withdraw from that dangerous zone.
Her almond-shaped eyes were full of fear, "You are, you are! I know you are. No one is more of a man than you. Let me go, quick!"
"You can determine if someone's a man just with your mouth? Since when did you have that skill?"
"It's not just with my mouth—I've seen it before, really!"
As Lila spoke, she moved her hand to what she thought was a safer place.
Alexander glanced at her movement from the corner of his eye but didn't stop her, because for him, pulling her back to the original position would be effortless. Instead, her words "I've seen it before" piqued his interest more at the moment.
He released her hand and lifted her chin instead, "Seen it? When? Did you peek at me in the shower?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then when? How come I don't know about it?"
Lila looked at his deep, probing eyes, her small face scrunching up as she spoke, "Honey, can you please stop asking? Just... just pretend I said the wrong thing earlier and don't hold it against me, okay?"
Alexander saw that she seemed genuinely distressed and softened his tone a bit, "This is the last question. Answer it, and we'll consider tonight's feeling-building session over."
"Really?"
"Of course."
She decided to trust him this once. After glancing at him, she began to speak with some difficulty.