Chapter 1297
Emily’s heart pounded wildly, as if ready to leap out. The man’s scent overpowered the strong smell of alcohol, spreading through her senses and taking root.
The alcohol was finished, but his kiss deepened.
People around them were laughing, singing, but everything seemed far away from her. She was about to suffocate
Charlie frowned slightly, shared his breath with her, and bit her lip, “Emily, breathe!”
This dummy, always holding her breath during a kiss.
Was she trying to suffocate herself?
Emily opened her eyes, somewhat at a loss as she looked at the man. Fresh air flowed in, her mind cleared a bit, and she started to struggle.
“Stop moving”” Charlie tightened his hold around her waist, his voice hoarse. “Colin’s watching you. If he sees you’re not my woman, he’ll make a move. You want to go with him?*
Emily paused, her eyes pure and somewhat confused as she looked at Charlie.
Her cheeks were pink, her eyes half-opened, sparkling and teary, her gaze made one’s heart flutter.
Charlie knew she was half-drunk. He pinched her chin, taking the opportunity to charm her, “Stay with me, no one would dare to touch you. Wait a bit more, then we’ll leave”
Emily’s mind was a mess, but she understood that Charlie was protecting her. She spoke slowly, “Thank you, Mr. James!”
“You’re welcome!”
Charlie’s voice was husky and gentle. He tightened his grasp on her chin and kissed her lips again.
Their first time, Charlie was out of his mind, completely wild. The second time he was angry, forcing a kiss on her.
In a way, this was their first real kiss.
He taught her how to breathe, how to respond.
Emily awkwardly followed his instructions, letting him lead, making his heart soften.
Charlie was pleased. She was so innocent, the man she had been intimate with before hadn’t taught her anything, had he?
Emily felt truly drunk. Otherwise, why would she let herself go like this?
In this blurry state, they spent nearly an hour before Charlie took her out of the 9th Mansion.
In the car, Emily’s mind was still foggy
Kent drove, Charlie pretended to sleep as usual, leaning against the seat. But his mind was far from peaceful, tom between regretting letting Emily go so easily, and knowing that if he took advantage of her while she was drunk, she’d hate him when she sobered up.
So, refraining from taking her upstairs and instead sending her home was the right choice
He pursed his lips, sighed slightly, and leaned against Emily’s shoulder.
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Emily immediately got tensed up, unsure whether she should push him away or not
