Chapter 92 Do You Have Any Feelings for Me
As Douglas finished talking, they both fell silent for a long time.
Regina admitted he was good at playing with people's emotions.
She was also learning to handle their relationship and marriage.
But in the midst of everything, she found out the truth about that night.
How deep was her love for him? Could it erase what had happened?
"Can you honestly tell me, was that night an accident for you?" Regina asked.
'An accident?' Douglas thought, 'It was anything but.'
But how could he reveal his long-hidden intentions toward Regina?
"That night at Peace Club, I noticed you the moment you walked in. I knew your drink was spiked. I knew when you realized something was wrong, you wanted to protect yourself and get out. I could have taken you home or to the hospital, but I didn't. I remember when I kissed you, you resisted, you struggled, but I still forced myself on you. So, no, it wasn't an accident," he said regretfully.
He couldn't lie.
"At that time, I just wanted you, even if you didn't want me, even if you were still Philip's girlfriend," he continued.
He just wanted her.
Regina listened quietly.
She looked into his eyes, her voice calm. "So, why did you want me?"
Was it just physical desire?
A beautiful woman with a great figure, drunk and drugged, falling into a man's arms in such a setting—who could resist?
Douglas thought he must be crazy.
He had hidden this from her for so long, weaving a web of excuses and lies to create a facade of peace. But now, he was brutally honest.
"Physical desire is unavoidable," Douglas said.
Regina lowered her eyes, trying to hide her complex emotions, but Douglas easily caught the subtle disappointment in her eyes.
"But if I say there's also affection, would you believe me?" Douglas asked.
Regina instinctively wanted to shake her head but stopped herself. She looked up again, seriously gazing into Douglas's eyes.
She had to admit, those were attractive eyes, ones that could easily make someone fall.
"And I also want to ask you, in these days, have you ever felt even a little affection for me?"
Douglas knew this was the worst time to ask.
Any other time would have been better, but not right after Regina had learned the truth about that night, knowing he was the rapist she once despised and hated.
Regina's silence made each beat of Douglas's heart feel like a sharp spike driving into him.
He just looked at her.
For so many years, Douglas was used to everything going according to his plans. This feeling of losing control, of things going against his wishes, was hard to bear.
The cigarette between his fingers had burned to the end, scorching his skin.
He didn't even notice, probably because he was so lost in thought.
Regina noticed.
"Cigarette," she said.
Seeing her frown and remind him, he casually flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray.
But her gaze, intentionally or not, still lingered on his hand.
Douglas stood up from his chair.
Every time Douglas got close, Regina would step back. So, even though they'd been talking in the office for a while, he stayed seated, afraid to scare her off.
But he couldn't hold back any longer.
He walked up to Regina, stood in front of her, and looking down. "You still haven't answered me. Have you ever felt anything for me? Even a little?"
"And do you believe in my feelings?" he added.
Regina exhaled, trying to stay calm. "I need some time to think about it."
Douglas looked serious, then finally said, "Okay."
The fact that she was willing to consider his question wasn't all bad.
Regina had been in the office for a while and finished her tasks. It seemed they'd said everything they needed to.
"Then I'll get off work," she said.
Douglas's expression softened. "Go home and rest. If you can't get a taxi, have Jason drive you."
Regina shook her head, indicating she would manage on her own.
Douglas didn't say more, just watched her leave.
Douglas hadn't been home for a week.
Regina thought he wouldn't come back tonight either, but at 2 AM, she heard a noise while getting medicine for a headache.
Douglas was at the door, changing his shoes. As he walked in, taking off his coat, he ran into Regina coming out of her room.
She was in an ivory nightgown, her eyes still groggy. But seeing him, she seemed more alert.
"Why are you back?" she asked.
It sounded odd.
After all, this was Douglas's home.
"I mean, you haven't been back for a week. Why tonight?"
As soon as she said it, she felt it sounded even stranger.
"I had a social event to attend tonight. It was late when I left the club, and this place was closer." Douglas paused. "I didn't expect you to be awake. If you don't want to see me—"
"It's late. No need to go through the trouble. You should rest," Regina said, brushing past him to the kitchen.
She stood by the table, poured some water, and took her medicine.
Regina stood there quietly for a while. The medicine used to work well, but maybe she'd built up a tolerance. Her head still felt like it was going to explode.
She braced herself against the table, bending slightly. In her lowered gaze, she saw Douglas approaching.
Her heartbeat quickened.
Before she could react, Douglas wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her, carrying her back to the bedroom.
As he gently placed her on the bed, he leaned over her.
Regina felt his strong body pressing over her. She smelled the alcohol on him and sensed something was wrong.
