Came Back as an Heiress After My Ex-Fiancé Made Me Blind novel Chapter 228

Victoria suddenly widened his eyes.

Should she take the initiative to kiss him?

"... No kissing." She blushed and turned away.

"Really not kissing?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his slender and fair fingers intentionally tickling the soft flesh on her waist."

Victoria was particularly sensitive to tickling, immediately twisting her waist to avoid it. "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't touch me here!"

Well, it was indeed a bit inappropriate to shut him out the door just now.

Victoria's heart trembled, licked her lips, took a deep breath, leaned over, kissed the man's cheek quickly, and then stepped back.

"Okay, we're done kissing!"

The man's eyes instantly darkened. He lowered his gaze, and a seductive low laugh escaped from his throat,

"I said kissing, not a peck."

Victoria was speechless...

The man looked at her with round and cute eyes, lips slightly curved, and fingers pinching her jaw. "Kiss me, hmm?"

The low, hoarse, and magnetic voice seemed to hide a little hook, teasing the hearts of the people, and enchanting them for no reason.

Victoria's fingers tightened around the man's white shirt, feeling like a deer was resting on his chest.

Her fine, curly eyelashes trembled lightly, and she subconsciously held her breath.

Just as she hesitated to back away, the man suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the back of her head, and lowered his head to kiss her without saying a word.

Victoria was stunned.

The next moment, she tasted the sweet and pleasant scent of the man's lips...

This kiss was too ambiguous, too lingering.

The strength gradually drained from her body.

She leaned limply in the man's arms, her brain blanked for a moment, her rosy lips slightly parted, allowing him to kiss her.

After a while.

Jack hugged the woman's soft and slender waist with one hand and clasped the other hand on the back of her head. Finally, he reluctantly backed away and lightly bit the woman's glistening lower lip.

Victoria felt a sense of breathlessness. In her clear eyes, there was a thin layer of water shimmering, a hint of blush at the corners, and the eyes were charming to the extreme.

She felt dizzy and had no strength, so she relied on Jack as a support point.

The man, as if savoring a delicacy, tenderly kissed her forehead, nose tip, and the corner of her lips, seemingly unwilling to miss any part.

"A bit ticklish..." Victoria tilted her head, avoiding his lingering kisses.

The man chuckled softly, hugged her tightly, and bit her lower lip gently. In the depths of his profound eyes, a trace of infatuation emerged. His voice was barely audible, low, and mesmerizing, "Sorry, I just like you too much."

Victoria's heart tightened, and she looked at him in confusion, "Why... why do you like me?"

He naturally asked, "Why won't I like you?"

He asked in a matter-of-fact tone as if liking her was the most natural thing in the world

Victoria said, "...I'm asking you seriously."

Jack said, "I meant it seriously."

It's impossible to talk today!

"Oh, by the way, Willow Sullivan, who was rumored with you today, looks a bit like me." Victoria suddenly remembered this coincidence.

"I didn't pay attention to it." After knowing that he had been rumored, he immediately left his work and came back, afraid of being misunderstood by Victoria.

There was no time to care about who Willow Sullivan was and didn't want to know.

Victoria took out his phone and searched for Willow Sullivan's photos, "Here, take a look."

The man swept a glance casually, "Not as good-looking as my Victoria."

Victoria, "...Who asked you to compare good looks!"

Jack said, "Yes, she resembles you a bit, but only a little, not much."

Victoria flipped through a few more. Willow grew up in an orphanage, so she didn't know if she had anything to do with the Preston family.

Unexpectedly, Willow also had some interactions with Peter.

Jack frowned slightly, only to realize that because of this scandal, any search for Willow's name online would bring up his name.

The man's eyes were covered with a layer of coldness. He called his assistant, Jamal Lewis, and asked him to clean up the mess online.

"Okay, President Moore, I understand!" Jamal not only understood but also made a suggestion, "President Moore, do you want to associate your name with Miss Montgomery?"

Jack said, "Yes."

He only wanted to be associated with Victoria.

Other women could not.

Okay, if Victoria doesn't go, Jack will definitely not go.

Victoria chatted with Carl for a while before receiving a call from the auction house's manager.

Carl saw that it was Manager Hamilton and guessed his intentions, so he quickly put the phone on speaker.

"Miss Montgomery, I'm really sorry to disturb you so early!"

"It's okay, you aren't disturbing."

"Thank you, Ms. Montgomery." Mr. Hamilton said excitedly, "Today, a client brought a painting to our auction house, and when I took a look, it turned out to be 'Scenic Beauty' by the contemporary female artist Yasmin Quillan!"

This is an authentic work by Yasmin Quillan! Many people are eager to get it, and they are willing to offer high prices! If we can auction it at a high price, our auction house will surely earn a substantial commission! Ms. Montgomery, if you're not busy now, could you please take a look at this 'Scenic Beauty'? Would it be convenient for you?"

"There's no need to bring it over." Victoria raised the corners of her eyes slightly, "Your 'Scenic Beauty' is fake."

Mr. Hamilton was stunned, "Miss Montgomery, you didn't even look at it. How did you decide it was fake?"

Carl was also surprised. She was already so good that she was able to determine the authenticity without even looking at it.

The next second.

Victoria said, "Because the authentic 'Scenic Beauty' is at my home,"

Carl was shocked...

Mr. Hamilton was dumbfounded...

Mr. Hamilton, "Okay, sorry for the trouble!"

After Victoria hung up the phone, Carl immediately turned to look at Jack, "Jack, where is that authentic painting? The study?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, raised his chin slightly, and gestured in the direction of Victoria, "At the place where her grandparents used to live."

“Oh, it's at Victoria's old home!" Carl turned to look at Victoria and exclaimed excitedly, "It's said that Yasmin Quillan is very mysterious! She only paints and doesn't show her face! When you bought her paintings, were there any more paintings? Did you meet her?"

Victoria blinked but didn't say anything.

Carl looked at Jack again, "Since you know that 'Scenic Beauty' was at Victoria's house, were you there when she bought the painting? Did you see Yasmin in person?"

Jack sat casually on the sofa, "What do you think?"

Carl scratched her head in confusion. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and made a bold guess.

He turned to look at Victoria in astonishment.

Victoria, that female artist Yasmin Quillan... could it be you?"