The Misunderstanding Between Them

"The moonlight is truly beautiful. Just talking to her lifts my spirits.

Suddenly, Arabella's gaze froze.

She saw a tall and elegant figure approaching from a distance.

The man was unusually tall, gracefully shaped, with light and charming strides. Even from this distance, Arabella instantly recognized him—it was Reginald.

She wondered, wasn't he the one who just took Chloe to the hospital? How did he return so quickly?

Noticing her unusual reaction, Cosmo Harrington asked, "Your cousin is here."

Arabella paused and weakly murmured in response.

As Reginald approached, Cosmo politely extended his right hand, "I assume you're Arabella's cousin. Nice to meet you, cousin. I'm her colleague, Cosmo Harrington."

Reginald glanced at Arabella, his gaze icy. "I'm your cousin?"

Looking up at him, Arabella's expression remained calm. "Yes, cousin."

In her clear eyes, there was evident stubbornness.

Someone accustomed to gentleness quietly rebelled.

Reginald had initially intended to scold her harshly, but suddenly couldn't resist. He smirked, "Alright,

cousin."

He raised his hand and pulled her into his embrace."

!

ChatGPT

"Arabella, caught off guard, stumbled into his arms, her nose capturing the pleasant male scent that mixed with the odors of tobacco, alcohol, and an unfamiliar sweetness.

It was Chloe's scent.

A feeling of disgust surged within Arabella; she shook her shoulders, attempting to break free from his control.

Reginald's arm exerted force, tightly embracing her with a possessive dominance. His tone, while polite and indifferent, carried an air of authority as he said to Cosmo Harrington, 'Thank you for bringing her back.'

Cosmo replied, 'You're welcome,' but his eyes held confusion, observing Reginald's arm draped over Arabella's shoulder, sensing an intimacy between these cousins that seemed beyond ordinary family relations.

Reginald's gaze swept coldly over him before he led Arabella toward the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, his eyes fixed on the changing floor numbers, and he casually asked, 'Is he pursuing you?'

'Not exactly. He just... appreciates me.'

'When a man says he appreciates a woman, his intentions are rarely pure.' His tone shifted, 'You've known him for three years?'

Arabella's face slightly changed; she twisted away from his embrace. 'You've been investigating me?'

Reginald's tone softened, 'Don't phrase it so harshly; I was just concerned.'

Arabella abruptly stepped back, evading his touch. 'His grandfather knew my grandfather; three years ago, he attempted to lure me away with a high salary.'

'Oh, so our Arabella is this impressive.' His tone was friendly, tinged with teasing, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Arabella's ears tingled in comfort.

Married for three years, they had always been polite. It was the first time she heard him call her 'Bella' so affectionately, and it felt unusual and painful.

Ding. The elevator doors opened.

They both entered, one after the other.

There was no one else in the elevator.

Reginald pressed the button for the 21st floor and turned to look at Arabella. His eyes were deep, with a subtle sharpness glinting in the depths, as if some desire struggled to break free.

The usually composed and restrained man suddenly had a hint of wildness. Arabella felt a sense of oppression, instinctively retreating into a corner, her dark eyes fixed on him. 'What's wrong?'

Reginald stood blocking the camera, towering over her. 'You called me cousin on purpose to give him a chance?'

Only then did Arabella realize he intended to hold her accountable later.

'I, uh...' She was about to speak, but her lips were suddenly covered by his.

He was skilled at kissing, whether tender or deep, it stirred one's heart.

Arabella's heart pounded fiercely, like boiling water."

Married for three years, the two had always been courteous and polite to each other. It was the first time she heard him address her so affectionately as "Bella," and it felt both unfamiliar and painful.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened.

They entered, one after the other.

There was no one else in the elevator.

Reynald pressed the button for the 21st floor and turned to look at Arabella. His eyes were deep, with a faintly sharp edge that seemed to shimmer, as if some desire was struggling to break free.

The usually refined and restrained man suddenly had a hint of wildness. Arabella felt a bit stifled and instinctively retreated to the corner, her dark eyes staring at him. "What's wrong?"

Reynald stood with his back to the camera, looking down at her from a higher vantage point. "Calling me cousin, was that intentionally giving him a chance?"

Arabella only then understood that he intended to settle the score with her later.

"I, um..." She was about to speak, but her lips were suddenly covered by his.

He was skilled at kissing, able to evoke excitement with both light and deep kisses.

Arabella's heart pounded violently, like boiling water.

Worried about someone entering and seeing them, she raised her hand to push him away. At the same time, she was angry that he could be so intimate with Chloe and still come to kiss her.

But with her delicate figure, how could she possibly push away such a tall man?

Instead, it elicited an involuntary plea, stirring something intangible within.

Reynald restrained her uneasy hands, his other hand pinching her chin as the kisses grew more forceful, even gently biting down on her.

It looked like a release of pent-up frustration.

Arabella was kissed into soft moans, almost unable to breathe.

Reynald finally released her, helping her tidy up her disheveled hair and collar. "Will you dare to call me cousin casually again?"

Arabella's ears turned red, she rolled her eyes lightly without saying a word.

Reynald chuckled as he looked down at her.

His plump, moist lips parted slightly, shining and enticing, arousing desire.

Just a moment ago, she stubbornly called him cousin in front of Cosmo. He wanted to teach her a lesson and see if she dared to do it again in front of others.

People accustomed to gentleness occasionally reveal a hint of sharpness, easily arousing his desire for conquest.

The elevator ascended rapidly.

Reynald suddenly asked, "Do you regret marrying me three years ago?"

Arabella blinked, looking up at his extraordinarily handsome features, her expression somewhat dazed, as if she was looking at him but not truly seeing him.

Her voice was soft but resolute, "I don't regret it."

"Three years ago, I was just a cripple who couldn't walk, with an extremely volatile temper. Even caregivers and servants avoided me. You were a beautiful, promising woman. Marrying me, haven't you regretted it?"

He stood tall like a pine tree, one hand casually in his pocket, his eyes clear and sharp.

Under the cold white light, the inherent noble aura he exuded was truly enchanting.