Chapter 126 Get Men Worked up
The large hand of the man slid along her arm, taking hold of her delicate fingers. Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, a sign of his increasing discomfort.
Ava managed to wriggle her hand free from the warmth of his palm, reaching up to touch his forehead. It was burning hot. Her hand moved down to his face and neck, her concern growing.
With a sudden urgency, she rose to her feet, "This isn't good. We need to get you to the hospital. You're running a fever!"
Before Ava could make another move, she found herself enveloped in his embrace. Lifted off her feet and tossed onto the bed, his towering figure loomed over her, pinning her petite frame beneath him.
His body, like a mountain pressing down on her, made it difficult for Ava to breathe. A key slipped from her grasp onto the bed. She tried to push against his firm shoulders, her palm scorching against his fevered skin.
Swallowing hard, her eyes filled with tension, her small body trembling, she managed to ask, "What are you doing?"
His unexpected move nearly made her forget the pressing issue at hand, the key dropping to the side barely registered.
"Ava, we're still married, aren't we?" His voice was hoarse, each word burning with intensity. His hand stroked her cheek with a rough tenderness.
"We are, but I..."
"Shh…" His long finger pressed against her soft lips, leaning in closer, his eyes held a mischievous glint, "Since we're married, how about fulfilling our marital duties tonight?"
"Absolutely not!" Ava panicked, her mind exploding with his words.
Suddenly, she remembered the key. Her hand groped for it beside the bed. Once found, she waved it in front of him, "I've got the key. Once Grandma falls asleep, I'll sneak out and open the box, and take out the documents. We can get divorced tomorrow."
They were only a night away from divorce, and getting tangled up again would complicate everything.
Alexander’s gaze darkened intensely as he watched her frantic movements. She was in such a hurry, clearly wanting to avoid his touch.
"You seem very eager, thinking about the documents all day." His voice was thick with heat and a hint of sarcasm.
Ava was infuriated by his words, "Alexander, I'm also puzzled. It was you who wanted to rush this divorce and be with Isabella, but now I'm the one pushing for it. You're not taking this seriously at all. I found the box, stole the key. I feel like I'm a thief. And here you are, mocking my eagerness! Do you even want this divorce or not?"
His chest heaved as if something inside him was about to burst. His hands gripped the sheets by her head, a fierce anger surging within his eyes.
He gritted his teeth for a long moment before finally getting up off her.
Ava let out a sigh of relief and sat up from the bed.
Just as she was about to speak, her eyes darted downward, and she saw something that turned her pale cheeks crimson.
She quickly turned her face away, her breathing rapid and uneasy, "You..."
Seeing that she had noticed, he didn't bother hiding anything and said plainly, "Grandma had the kitchen make that stew; it's a strong tonic. Tends to get men worked up."
"What?" Ava was astounded. No wonder her grandma told her not to have too much but insisted Alexander drink plenty. She had found it odd at the time, but now everything made sense.
