Chapter 125 Better Rename Himself "Double-Standards Mitchell"
With a start, Ava let the key slip from her grasp, its metallic clatter echoing in the room. Her hands instinctively flew up, pressing against the man's chest in an attempt to create some distance. "Alex, what are you doing? Release me!" she demanded.
His lips, hot as embers, seared a trail from her cheek to her neck.
Something was amiss. "Alexander... mmph!"
Her words of protest were smothered by another of his passionate kisses.
Desperate to deter him, she bit down hard.
A grimace of pain crossed the man's face, and he relinquished his hold on her lips. She had bitten him with all her might, but thankfully, the skin remained unbroken.
"Have you lost your mind? Biting people now?" His breath, hot and heavy, fanned her face.
Ava's gaze traveled up to meet the darkened face of her husband. His breath was scorching, and it felt as though the room's temperature had spiked several degrees with his proximity.
Swiftly, she put some distance between them and began her search for the fallen key on the floor.
After a painstaking search, she finally located the keys hidden in a corner and bent down to retrieve them.
"What was that all about?" she asked, her face a mask of exasperation.
There were times when she found it impossible to comprehend this man's actions.
Alexander appeared as though he had just stepped out of the shower, a towel draped around his waist, his upper body exposed, and his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that suggested he was suppressing something. His eyes were a terrifying mix of restraint and intensity.
A flicker of annoyance seemed to cross Alexander's eyes. He retreated and took a seat on the bed, his hands braced on his knees, his head bowed as his breathing grew heavier.
Sensing something was off, Ava approached him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"
She extended her hand to touch his forehead, but he abruptly seized her wrist and shoved her away. "Don't touch me!"
As her hand was forcefully pushed aside, it felt as though her heart had been similarly rejected.
This was the first time he had ever reacted to her touch with such repulsion, as if her very presence was abhorrent to him.
Once he released her, her hand slowly clenched into a fist. "Fine, I won't touch you. I understand we're on the verge of divorce, and Isabella won't be pleased, but you were the one who initiated the kiss!"
He had used the same excuse before, claiming she had initiated contact and thus he had kissed her, but now the tables were turned. Why was he silent now? He might as well rename himself "Double-Standards Mitchell."
At the sound of her aggrieved tone, he lifted his gaze, his eyes a swirling inferno.
Noticing the redness in his eyes, Ava's worry deepened. "What's wrong with you? Are you ill? Should we go to the hospital?"
"No need, I'm not sick," he replied, his voice unusually raspy, his hands gripping his knees so tightly that the veins on his knuckles bulged.
"I'll fetch a thermometer to check your temperature," she offered, having felt his excessive warmth when she was near him.
Just as Ava was about to turn away, he suddenly grasped her arm. "Don't bother, I don't have a fever."
Ava glanced at his hand and offered a rueful smile. "Then why aren't you pushing me away now? What's with the sudden change?"
'Why is it that he was allowed to have double standards, while I can't even voice a minor complaint?' Ava pondered.
Alexander lifted his eyelids, the fire in his eyes intensifying. "Ava, don't provoke me. I'm struggling to maintain control, I don't know what I might do!"
"I'm not trying to provoke you, I just think you're acting strange," Ava replied, settling beside him, her face etched with concern. "I'm genuinely worried about you."
