Chapter 1681 - 1655: Wherever the Gaze Falls, There Lies Eternity: His Regrets and Helplessness

Once the baby hit the one-week mark, he just wanted to play. Robert fussed for a hundred days, then fell asleep in no time once Violet Zimmerman held him in her arms and nursed him.

Violet had been thinking about "getting pregnant again." She thought Daxton Lancaster would once more hint for her to go to Joseph Lancaster’s place, so she prepared in advance: took a bath, brushed her teeth, even quietly brought her lotion into the bathroom—only she was in a hurry to soothe her son and forgot to use it.

After putting Robert on the bed, Violet had just started to straighten up when she felt a warm weight on her back.

It was Daxton coming over and wrapping his arms around her from behind.

"Violet," Daxton’s chest pressed tightly against Violet’s back, his chin resting on her shoulder. When he said her name, his voice was like a murmur, very gentle.

In the past, whenever Daxton treated her like this, Violet would always feel a cozy warmth, as if that gentle man from when they’d first started dating had come back.

But now, she actually didn’t feel moved at all. She was even thinking about the tone Joseph used when he called her name.

"Violet, we haven’t been intimate for a long time," Daxton’s lips fell on the back of Violet’s neck, reminding her of something.

"Don’t go over there tonight. Stay home with me."

Daxton’s tone was gentle, but the excited heart in Violet’s chest went half cold. Before she could do anything, her body had already been turned around by Daxton.

Now face to face, Daxton’s lips came down again, landing on her brows, the bridge of her nose, the corner of her mouth—soft kisses one after another, his murmuring voice sounding again.

"You can do it with him more often... but you’re not allowed to think of him in your heart. I am your husband..."

As soon as Daxton said that, a sudden sense of guilt rose in Violet’s heart.

She and Joseph... should never have... and yet she was... actually comparing her own husband with Joseph.

"Daxton, I’m not," Violet said against her conscience, tilting her neck to make it easier for Daxton to take what he wanted.

She felt like a wanton, promiscuous woman. She liked being with Joseph, but at the same time—

she didn’t reject Daxton’s kisses either.

Just as Daxton said, they were husband and wife, legally married. The time they’d spent together was far longer than what she had with Joseph.

"Forcing you to go to Joseph... I had no choice. I promise you, as long as Joseph isn’t married yet, you two can be together in secret..."

Originally, Violet’s arms were braced on the bed behind her, but when Daxton finished speaking, her heart lurched with panic and her arms went weak, and she fell straight back onto the bed.

Daxton simply followed through and pressed his body down on top of hers.

Violet was terrified inside; every time Daxton said things like this, it would be followed by torment...

"Daxton, I won’t, really. Once I get pregnant again, I won’t go to Joseph anymore."

"Sigh..."

A soft sigh. "It’s all because your husband is useless, that I can’t give you the happiness you should have."

Even with a family fortune worth millions, he still couldn’t be a complete man. That was Daxton’s helpless regret.

"Daxton, I don’t care. We already have Robert. As long as our family can live happily together, I’ll be content."

Right now, the only man in Violet’s thoughts was the one in front of her. After all, they had shared a bed for more than two years. Anyone would develop feelings, and besides, they’d already laid a foundation of affection back when they were dating.

Joseph was delicate and attentive, and Daxton was just as gentle in the way he treated women. Every time he went on a business trip he would bring a gift back for Violet. That kind of gesture from a man is the surest way to touch a woman’s heart, and on top of that, they were legally married.