The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me

Chapter 274 274: Chapter: 274 Eventful night.

He squeezed her cheeks left and right, his fingers pressing into their soft warmth without holding back.Charlotte's eyes wavered slightly, her vision shaking from the force as her lips were pushed together in an awkward shape.

For a brief moment, her mind went completely blank.

'What… was he even saying?'

Her thoughts struggled to catch up. Didn't she look seductive enough?

She had taken her time, prepared herself, even tried to set the mood… so why was he talking about her being cute?

Her brows slowly pulled together as she stared at him, her cheeks still trapped in his hands.

A faint heat rose to her face, not from shyness, but from something far more dangerous.

'What the hell?'

Didn't she look like something tempting? Like something meant to be desired? Like a cake waiting to be eaten?

'So why was he…'

Before he could say anything more, Charlotte suddenly jerked her head back, slipping free from his grip in one quick motion.

And then…

Bam!

A sharp slap landed across his cheek, the sound echoing clearly in the quiet room as his head snapped to the side.

The force pushed him back, and he fell onto the bed with a soft thud.

"You stupid idiot!" she snapped, her voice filled with anger.

Without giving him a second to recover, she climbed onto the bed and moved over him.

The mattress dipped under her weight as she grabbed his collar tightly, pulling him slightly up.

Vivian winced, one hand going to his cheek as he rubbed the spot she had hit.

His brows furrowed in confusion and protest.

"What was that for? And why are you behaving like that?" he asked, clearly wronged.

From his point of view, nothing made sense.

She had come in like that… dressed like that… acting a certain way… and he simply thought she wanted to be praised.

Her cheeks looked soft and round, so he called her cute. Wasn't that a good thing?

So why was she hitting him now?

He really didn't understand.

But he would soon.

"Look at me!" Charlotte snapped.

She shifted her position slightly, one knee pressing into the bed beside him as she leaned closer.

Her grip tightened, and with her other hand, she grabbed his chin firmly, forcing his gaze to follow where she wanted.

Slowly, deliberately, she guided his eyes down.

From her face… to her neck… and then lower.

Her breathing was steady, but her expression burned with frustration.

"Do you think I would ask for cuteness?" she demanded, her voice sharp.

She didn't give him time to answer.

"And leave all that aside, what made you think that at this late at night, I would want my cheeks to be squeezed, you piece of shit!?" she added, her tone rising.

Her red hair clung slightly to her damp skin, a few strands sticking to her neck.

Her eyes glared at him, bright and fierce, almost like they were burning.

"Look here… see my lips?" she said, leaning even closer.

Vivian gulped audibly.

It had been a while since he had seen her this angry.

The slight twitch of her nose, the tightness in her grip, the way her voice sharpened, it all told him one thing clearly.

She was really pissed.

"Do you see my lips!?" she repeated, this time puckering them slightly, as if to make it even more obvious.

"Y-yeah…" Vivian replied, his voice a bit stiff.

At this point, he was more worried about getting hit again than anything else.

"I puckered them," she said slowly, her eyes narrowing. "So why didn't you go for the kiss?"

Her words hit him directly.

"You ruined my mood, you asshole!"

Bam!

Another hit landed on him, this time not as sharp as the slap, but still filled with frustration.

And then another.

"And this….take this!"

She started throwing small punches at him, not enough to seriously hurt him, but enough to show just how annoyed she was.

Each hit carried the weight of her disappointment.

She had been waiting for this moment.

Waiting for him to return… waiting for a quiet night like this… waiting for him to notice her, to react the way she imagined.

And when it finally happened—l….

He called her cute?

"Cute?!" she snapped, hitting him again lightly. "Not sexy? Not beautiful? Just cute?!"

Her voice cracked slightly at the end, a mix of anger and disbelief.

"Take this!"

Another hit followed.

The room, which had been calm just moments ago, was now filled with her voice, the soft sounds of the bed shifting, and Vivian's helpless attempts to understand what exactly he had done wrong.

After a while of beating, she finally stopped.

Her breathing was slightly uneven, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with a sharp glare that had not softened even a little.

"Remember this as a lesson!" she said firmly.

Without waiting for any reply, she turned away and dropped onto the bed.

The mattress sank under her weight as she adjusted herself, pulling her legs up slightly.

And then…

Thud!

She kicked him on the stomach.

"Guh—!" Vivian groaned as the force pushed him sideways.

His body slid across the bed until he hit the edge, his hand quickly moving to clutch his stomach.

Before he could even recover, Charlotte reached out calmly, grabbed the blanket, and pulled it over herself.

Her movements were smooth and deliberate, as if nothing unusual had just happened.

Click.

The lamp was switched off.

In an instant, the room fell into complete darkness.

Silence followed.

Only the faint sound of breathing remained.

Vivian stayed where he was, still holding his stomach as the dull pain slowly settled in.

His brows furrowed as he stared into the darkness, his thoughts moving in circles.

What… exactly did he do wrong?

He had followed what she was showing him… didn't he?

She came close, acted a certain way, even puckered her lips… so he thought she wanted praise, attention… something soft.

So why did she suddenly get angry?

Why did she beat him up?

And now… she was just going to sleep?

His fingers tightened slightly against his shirt.

A quiet frustration began to rise inside him, slow but steady.

'…she wanted something.'

That much was clear now.

And if that was the case..

Then she would get exactly that.

His expression hardened slightly in the darkness as he pushed himself up, ignoring the lingering ache in his body.

"It's time you pay…" he muttered under his breath.

He moved across the bed, closing the distance between them.

The soft rustle of the sheets filled the quiet as he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist.

Her body tensed immediately.

"…you want another beating?" Charlotte's voice came, low and warning, though it carried a slight hesitation this time.

But his hands didn't stop.

He pulled her a little closer.

"I told you… s-stop… before…" she started, her voice losing a bit of its earlier strength. "I make you pay…"

There was a brief pause.

Then, softer…

"…it's no use… you already have…"

Before she could say anything more, Vivian's hand moved up, gently but firmly holding her chin.

He turned her face toward him in the darkness, not giving her room to pull away this time.

And then…

He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers.

The movement was sudden, but not rough.

The warmth of the kiss lingered, quiet and steady, filling the space between them in a way words hadn't been able to.

For a moment, Charlotte went still.

The anger, the frustration, the words she had been ready to throw at him..

They all paused.

Vivian pulled the blanket over them both, drawing her closer into his arms as he did.

"It's about time you pay…" he murmured softly against her, his voice low, no longer confused.

This time…

He understood.