Delayed Regrets: He Regretted Only After Her Death-Chapter 164: Still Wanting More

They kissed all the way from outside the villa, into the living room, up to the second floor, and into the bedroom.

The moonlight filling the bedroom seemed ready to tumble into this entwined passion.

Tiana Linden hadn’t engaged in such intimacy with a man for six years.

Having not touched a man for so long, she appeared somewhat clumsy and unfamiliar.

Moreover, this was Hector Chaucer’s first time.

The two fumbled around for a long time.

The rain ceased and clouds dispersed, and it was already late at night.

The half-covered curtains fluttered in the breeze.

Moonlight spilled in, landing on the carpet beside the bed, and on the clothes piled up layer by layer on the carpet.

His, hers.

The arm wrapped in gauze, lean and strong, encircled the woman’s slim and fair waist, unwilling to let go for a long time.

His burning lips gently kissed the woman’s hair.

"Tiana, do you know how long I’ve waited for this day?"

Tiana probably knew.

It must have been since she was six years old, when she jumped into the swimming pool without hesitation to rescue Hector Chaucer, that this man began planning to marry her one day.

She didn’t answer his question, but turned over and climbed out of his embrace, looking at him with utmost seriousness.

"Hector Chaucer, I don’t care, you are mine now."

"In the future, you must be honest with me, speak without reservation, especially about matters concerning The Chaucer Family. If you encounter anything like the accident with the truck the other day, you must tell me immediately. Otherwise, I will turn against you."

Hector Chaucer held her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.

Her snow-white chest hit against his solid chest.

Even holding her tightly like this, he still felt it wasn’t enough.

His chin rested on her head, deeply kissing her hair, "Mm."

In the pale moonlight, Tiana unintentionally glimpsed a streak of bright red.

It was a patch of blood seeping from the gauze on Hector Chaucer’s right arm.

This man had shielded her from a knife just a few days ago, and the stitched wound hadn’t completely healed yet.

"Hector, your arm is bleeding."

She turned on the light to see, and sure enough, it was bleeding.

Blood soaked into the white gauze, staining a large area red.

She looked at him both with distress and reproach, "It’s all your fault, being so rough just now, it must have hurt, right?"

Hector Chaucer did not respond to Tiana.

The light illuminated the room brightly.

The silky smooth thin quilt draped around Tiana’s slim and pale waist.

Above the waist, she wore nothing.

Hector Chaucer gazed at the snow-white before him, his ears turning red.

Finally having her, on this night in the deep autumn of his thirty-third year, all his composure and calmness were shattered at this moment, making him embarrassed like a boy just entering adolescence.

The cool breeze blew in, and with a touch of red on his ears, he pulled the quilt around her body, "Don’t catch a chill."

He entirely ignored his own injured arm and bleeding issue.

Since childhood, he had endured too much hardship and received too many injuries.

This minor wound to him felt like nothing more than an ant bite, inconsequential.

But Tiana was deeply distressed.

She pulled Hector Chaucer’s arm over, her eyes suddenly welling up with tears.

Her voice even choked, "Hector..."

"Why are you crying? It’s just a minor injury, it’s nothing," Hector Chaucer brushed her cheek, wiping away the tear that slipped from her nose-tip, gently holding her in his arms, "It really doesn’t hurt, it’s okay."

She looked up at him, earnestly and seriously, "If such a thing happens again, you mustn’t shield me from the knife, it’s very dangerous, do you understand?"

For her, he had already shielded her from a knife three times.

Twice the threat came from Sharon Sullivan.

The other time was to protect Aiden Grant, although it was also for her sake.

In that medical dispute incident, which injured Hector Chaucer’s spleen and stomach, it almost cost him his life.

She would rather be the one hurt, than have this man, who has never been cared for since childhood, be injured for her every time.

No one has ever cared for him.

From now on, she will.

Soon, she lifted the silky quilt off her body and got out of bed.

Her slender, fair feet stepped on the dark carpet as she bent down to pick up the scattered clothes on the floor and put them on. "I’ll get the medical kit to re-bandage you."

From behind, Hector Chaucer grabbed her wrist. "Go take a shower first."

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Hector’s vacant heart felt full.

No one had ever cared for him this way.

Since childhood, even with minor injuries or being on the brink of death, no one had shown such urgency as Tiana Linden did now.

Hector suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by her affection. "I can just handle it simply myself; it’s really nothing."

"No way." Tiana shook off his hand and insisted, "I must bandage you. Once I’m done, I’ll shower. Wait here for me."

Quickly, she brought the medical kit up from the first floor.

Sitting by the bed, she lifted his injured right hand and carefully unraveled the blood-soaked bandages.

Only when she exposed the bleeding wound did Tiana realize that his wound required more than just three stitches as he had mentioned.

They were densely stitched, at least over a dozen.

Being a medical student, she could tell from the severity of the injury that it required several layers of stitching both inside and out.

Feeling both heartache and reproach, she glared at him. "Hector Chaucer, you call this just three stitches?"

Faced with the exposure of his lie, Hector boldly replied, "What’s the difference between three and ten stitches? To me, it’s just like being tickled."

"It’s more than just ten stitches." Just thinking about it made Tiana wince in pain.

Tears of distress welled up, cascading down her cheeks.

Seeing her cry, Hector, full of tenderness, hurried to wipe her tears. "To me, it truly feels like a tickle. It doesn’t hurt at all. Don’t cry, be good!"

Her tears, once wiped away, reappeared.

Like an uncontrollable faucet.

Hector wasn’t very good at comforting girls.

He didn’t know how to console them when they cried.

So, he just wiped her tears every time they fell.

Thinking about Hector’s childhood experiences—neither loved by father nor mother, with so many brothers wanting him gone, even his best friend Aiden Grant misunderstood him.

He seemed like a rootless duckweed.

No, he resembled his previous WeChat profile picture—an old, battered boat tossed in a stormy sea.

The more she empathized with him, the more Tiana cried harder.

She felt a sense of camaraderie, both pitiable souls sharing the same fate.

Her sobs became so intense that both her tears and snot flowed out.

Hector reached out to wipe the bubble forming at her nose, but she avoided him. "Don’t wipe it, it’s gross."

He pulled out a tissue from the bedside table, insisting on cleaning the bubble at her nose. "You look a mess when you cry."

Tiana took the tissue herself and wiped, "You still want to look if I look a mess?"

Hector laughed heartily, "No matter how messy, you’ll always be my wife, Tiana Linden."

As he spoke, he pulled her into his embrace.

The silky quilt wrapped around his lean, strong waist.

Exposing a firm, sexy upper body full of strength.

Tiana leaned against this solid chest, feeling each taut, powerful chest muscle filled with the immense strength of a man.

This man was so strong. No wonder he lost control earlier and didn’t realize his hand had split open.

She pushed his chest away, lowered her head once more, and lifted his right hand, focusing on the task at hand.

"Okay, no more fooling around. Be good, don’t move, I’ll re-bandage you."

Fearing that it might hurt him, she gently applied the iodine-soaked cotton swab. "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head, "No, it doesn’t hurt."

But she continued to wipe carefully.

For the first time, Hector experienced that being injured could also bring a kind of happiness.

She asked again, "Really doesn’t hurt?"

"Mm." Hector gazed at the fair-skinned, beautiful woman, a restraining warmth in his tranquil, happy eyes. "But when it’s time for a shower, I might need your help."

Tiana voluntarily offered, "Then let me help you bathe."

After reapplying the bandage, Tiana tied a bow on his strong arm.

Hector couldn’t help but praise, "My wife’s bandaging looks better than a nurse’s."

"Don’t get too smug." Tiana teased with a smile, "I’m not your wife yet. If you don’t listen to me and make me unhappy, I won’t be your wife."

Hector feigned disappointment, "Then Daisy might be upset."

That little girl is always wishing for a brother or sister from her parents.

Hector Chaucer intentionally laughed, "Daisy asked me yesterday when her mom could give her a younger brother or sister."

"You really know how to win people over." Tiana Linden playfully glared at him and said, "When you just got out of prison, you were especially close to Daisy. Were you already planning how to win her over back then?"

Now everyone is on Hector Chaucer’s side.

Whether it’s Leo Sutton, Catherine Armstrong and Gabriel Chaucer, or Daisy and Laura, all hope he would marry her.

Even James Linden and Daniel Linden, father and son, have abandoned Aiden Grant and sided with Hector Chaucer.

"Hector Chaucer, I’ve discovered you’re really cunning."

"This isn’t cunning; it’s called strategic planning."

"Come on, let’s wash up."

The two had just shared an intimate moment, leaving them sticky and sweaty.

She pulled the thin blanket covering Hector Chaucer and was ready to get up.

Hector Chaucer’s ears turned red, "I’m not wearing pants."

Standing by the bed, Tiana Linden couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Hector Chaucer get up, grabbing the blanket to wrap around his waist.

Unexpectedly, the 33-year-old man, usually seen as tough and strategic, exuding deep composure, also has shy moments.

Tiana quickly found his underwear and tossed it to him, "You’ve seen everything anyway, what’s there to be shy about?"

Even though his ears were red, Hector Chaucer smirked and teased, "You said it, so I can let go now."

When Hector Chaucer actually let go of the blanket wrapped around his waist, revealing his lower body, it was Tiana who shyly turned away, "Hurry and put on your pants, I still need to bathe you."

Hector Chaucer had already gotten used to their intimate and seamless way of interacting.

One long, lean, and muscular leg slipped into the shorts, "Weren’t you the one who said you’ve seen it all anyway?"

He put on the pants and stood in front of Tiana, towering over her by nearly a head.

Cupping her flushed cheeks, making her face him directly, "My hands aren’t convenient, you’ll need to bathe me later, including my whole body."

Tiana glared at him, "Hector Chaucer, you’re not completely disabled, do you really need me to wash your entire body?"

Hector Chaucer led her to the bathroom.

In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, the two lovers flirted and teased each other in the bathroom.

Hector Chaucer claimed his hand was injured, making it inconvenient, so he clung to Tiana to bathe him the whole time.

When she got to his lower waist, Tiana threw the showerhead to him, "Your left hand isn’t injured, wash yourself."

Suddenly, the water flow from the showerhead stopped.

Tiana glanced up to see Hector Chaucer had turned off the water, taking the showerhead from her hand.

With a scent of cedar, he whispered heatedly into her ear, "Once more!"

"Hector Chaucer, your arm is still injured!" Tiana tried to push him away.

But she found that the man cornering her against the ceramic wall didn’t budge an inch.

His heaving chest was full of masculine strength, "You know I’ve kept myself pure for you all these years, never touching a woman."

Today, she was the one who provoked him first.

Having tasted a sweetness he had never experienced before, he was in no mood to stop easily.

In the middle of the night, the bathroom witnessed another round of endless passion.

...

The next day, Tiana Linden woke up feeling soft and weak.

The curtains were gently closed.

Natural light faintly seeped in, dreamy and intoxicating.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Tiana saw Hector Chaucer sitting by the side of the bed, flipping through the pages of a book.

Only upon closer look did she realize it was a book of wedding dress designs.

His fingers, with distinct joints, turned the page to continue browsing, "Awake?"

It was only when the lazy cat-like Tiana made a sound from the bed that Hector Chaucer finally took his eyes off the wedding dress designs and looked at her.

Then, he put down the book of wedding dress styles, "These wedding dresses aren’t quite ideal."

He decided to design one for her himself.

When he finished the draft, he would give it to a designer to perfect.

Watching Tiana hug a pillow and switch to a lazy position, seemingly not wanting to get up yet.

He reached out to ruffle her hair.

Her smooth and soft short hair slipped through his fingertips, "Let’s get our marriage license today, shall we?"

"Today? Wouldn’t that be too rushed?" Tiana frowned.

Hearing her attitude, Hector Chaucer also furrowed his brow, feigning a pitiful look, "I’ve kept my purity for 33 years, and you just took it away, planning to leave me unfulfilled and without responsibility?"

Hearing him say that, Tiana couldn’t help but laugh.

Speaking of which, she never thought she would have a second man in her life again.

And such a hopelessly devoted one at that.

It seemed like she really took advantage of him.

However, she did have more important things to attend to today.

"Today, Elder Sterling is going to teach his lifelong acupuncture techniques. This is the first lesson, and there are only three slots. If I don’t go, I will be replaced by other students. I barely got into these three slots, I must go."

Mastering traditional Chinese medicine has been her lifelong dream.

It cannot be delayed.

She thought for a moment, holding Hector Chaucer’s hand, and comforted, "Let’s get the certificate tomorrow morning, okay? We’ll be the first ones there."

Hector Chaucer knew that she had wanted to study medicine, especially Chinese medicine, since she filled out her college application.

Of course, he would support her dream.

He ruffled her hair and agreed, "Alright!"

Tiana Linden lounged on the bed, stretched lazily, and then added, "Elder Sterling said that at the end, he would take a final disciple and teach him everything he’s learned. But it requires passing various screenings, so I need to work hard."

"No matter what, I support you." Hector Chaucer ruffled her hair again, "Aren’t you getting up, you little lazy cat?"

Tiana Linden snuggled against the bed, "Let me lie here for a bit longer, I didn’t sleep well last night, it’s all your fault."

...

The day quickly came to an end.

After the first lesson on acupuncture techniques with Elder Sterling, Tiana Linden hurried to the kindergarten to pick up Daisy from school.

When she arrived at the kindergarten, Daisy and Laura were nowhere to be seen.

The principal walked over with a warm smile, "Daisy’s mom, Laura and Daisy are in Daisy’s dad’s car, he’s about to come out."

Hearing this, Tiana Linden’s face fell, growing serious, "Principal, I’ve told you before, that man can teach art at Daisy’s kindergarten. But he’s not allowed to pick up Daisy on his own."

The principal offered a slightly embarrassed smile and explained, "Daisy’s mom, I know you and Daisy’s dad have some disagreements. But Daisy’s dad really loves Daisy, after all, he’s the child’s father. Look, Daisy’s dad’s car is coming out."

Tiana Linden looked towards another side gate of the kindergarten.

A black business vehicle slowly drove out.

She walked over with her bag, and the black car slowly stopped in front of her.

Aiden Grant always drove his black Hongqi state car.

Why did he use a business van today?

Tiana Linden had a feeling that something was about to happen, growing increasingly uneasy.

The car windows were tightly shut, except for a foreign face, a blue-eyed, blond-haired driver; she couldn’t see inside.

As she bent down to see more clearly, the automatic door slowly opened.

Aiden Grant, sitting by the door, glanced at her, "Get in the car."

Tiana Linden didn’t look pleased, "Aiden Grant, what are you trying to do? I’ve told you before, stop these little tricks. Let Daisy and Laura get out of the car."

Aiden Grant didn’t respond to her.

He looked at Tiana Linden today, noticing a difference from before Daisy was discharged.

Her complexion was rosy and glowing.

A small cherry-shaped gold earring adorned her ear.

He remembered she lost these earrings when she was twelve or thirteen, never found them again.

When did they reappear?

Wearing these gold earrings highlighted her rosy and fair complexion, making her seem pampered, like a woman with a man who cherishes her.

Thinking of her days and nights with Hector Chaucer, he clenched his fist tightly.

He suppressed the anger in his chest and responded to her gently, "Laura and Daisy are asleep, get in the car, and I’ll take you all home."

How could Laura and Daisy possibly be asleep at the same time?

Something was definitely wrong.

She quickly got into the car and checked; the two children were indeed soundly asleep in the back row of the business vehicle, covered with thin blankets.

She bent over and moved inside.

Bang!

The car door shut tightly.

Tiana Linden’s heart instinctively skipped a beat.

When she reached Daisy and Laura, no matter how she shook them, she couldn’t wake the two sisters. Her unease intensified as she glared at Aiden Grant.

"Aiden Grant, what have you done to Daisy and Laura?"

In the next moment, Aiden Grant struck the back of Tiana Linden’s neck with his palm, and she fell softly into his embrace.

"Jesse, take Louis Sutton’s daughter back, then meet me at the port."