Chapter 1606 - 1593: Wherever the Gaze Falls, Forever Remains—Shall I Help You Relive It Now?

Violet Zimmerman was awakened by Daxton Lancaster, still in a haze. The room was dimly lit by a bedside lamp, and under the faint glow, she met Daxton’s bloodshot eyes. It took her a moment to comprehend his intention.

"Daxton, you’re drunk."

Violet felt a bit guilty, the scene of being pinned against the wall by her younger uncle in the afternoon flashed uncontrollably in her mind.

What shocked her was that after being forcefully kissed by her uncle, she wasn’t angry, nor did she deliberately avoid him. Instead, she let him support her to dinner...

"I’m drunk?" Daxton asked with a half-smile, kneeling beside Violet, each of his palms cradling her, looking up at her, though his chin was resting right in the middle of her chest.

As the baby reached a certain month, pregnant women already found it hard to breathe, and now with Daxton’s chin pressing down, Violet felt even more suffocated, as if a boulder was pressing on her chest. She raised her hand to push Daxton’s face away.

"You’re heavy, you’re making it hard for me to breathe."

"This is heavy? I only have my head resting on you, but Joseph had his whole body on you."

In the dim light, Daxton’s face looked sinister with its bloodless pallor, his red bloodshot eyes, and lips curled in a slight smile.

Violet...

Her breath caught, looking at the man who was clearly her husband, yet he felt like a stranger now.

"What? Speechless because I hit the mark?"

Daxton slowly got up, sat beside Violet, and the back of his hand landed on her face, gently stroking.

"Daxton? I didn’t." Violet murmured, perhaps out of instinct, not wanting Daxton to misunderstand her.

"Didn’t?" Daxton quirked a smile in response, his palm now resting on Violet’s belly, gently rubbing. Though it was a seemingly tender scene, the words that came out made Violet feel utterly ashamed.

"You didn’t let Joseph press on you, then how did your belly grow?"

Violet looked incredulously at Daxton as if shocked, and before she could speak, the hand lingering on her belly slid down.

Daxton’s fingers were thin and long, the pads of his fingers rubbing over that sensitive spot through her pajamas, his slightly raised phoenix eyes watching Violet, looking rather flippant.

"Did Joseph never enter you here? Did you always stand when you let him do it?"

Violet...

The incredulity in her eyes turned to hurt, her voice choked as she asked, "Daxton, what are you saying?"

"Don’t you understand what I’m saying? To make it feel good, you went out of your way to seduce Joseph several times."

Daxton’s fingers rubbed lightly over her pajama pants, his leisurely tone like that of a devil’s voice.

Violet shook her head repeatedly, her eyebrows knitting tighter and tighter, unable to control the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Is that how you see me?"

"Am I wrong? Didn’t you feel comfortable when Joseph was on you?"

Daxton remained indifferent, yet his words pierced Violet’s heart like needles.

At this moment, Violet couldn’t tell whether she was more hurt or disappointed, her eyebrows were already knotted.

"Wasn’t it your instigation?"

"My instigation?" Daxton asked with a half-smile, "Wasn’t it just what you wished for?"

After asking, Daxton didn’t give Violet a chance to speak, continuing, "Tell me, how did it feel when Joseph was doing it to you, huh? Do you miss it a lot? Or..."

Daxton leaned in closer, his bloodless pale face almost touching Violet’s, his lips curving wickedly, lowering his voice intentionally, "Should I help you relive it now?"