Patrick told us that you're a real beauty. Now that we've met you, I must admit that he was not exaggerating."
"Oh, you flatter me too much, Mr. Hudson!"
Kristin was bright and elegant; one couldn't find any fault with her. However, Oliver handed her a glass of red wine.
"Since you're late, you have to start with drinking three glasses of wine as punishment."
Oliver poured another glass for her.
However, Kristin couldn't drink anymore.
"Mr. Hudson, I really can't drink anymore. One glass is my limit."
"Nonsense! You're still so young! Since we are all here, we have to drink our hearts out." He completely ignored her discomfort and poured her another glass.
She felt nauseous, but no one noticed; they kept pouring wine into her glass. She had lost count of the number of glasses of wine she drank. At that moment, she felt as though the entire world was spinning.
"Kristin, you're drunk. I will hail a cab for you." He dragged Kristin out of the room into the elevator.
The elevator doors reopened right after they shut, with Jenson standing in front of them.
"Mr-Mr- Jenson"
"Mr. Davidson, you're–"
"She's our colleague. She had too much to drink, so I planned to send her home."
"No need!" Jenson ignored him and scooped Kristin up, leaving Patrick stunned.
"Sir, you…"
He was silenced by Jenson's cold stare. Then, he merely watched Jenson bring Kristin away.
Kristin squirmed in Jenson's arms. "Don't move," he said with a frown.
Sure enough, she became still.
Amidst her grogginess, she tried to open her eyes but couldn't catch a good glimpse. Then, she slid into a comfortable position and fell asleep.
Jenson placed her in his car. After seeing that she had fallen asleep, he locked the car before returning to Patrick, who was standing in daze.
"I don't want anyone else to know about today. If you dare to tell anyone…"
"I won't, Mr. Jenson. I will never tell a soul about this."
With that, Jenson ignored Patrick and walked away.
When Jenson returned to his car, it reeked of alcohol as soon as he opened the door, making him frown involuntarily.
"I can't drink anymore… No more…"
Kristin waved her hands in the air frantically.
"Then don't drink. Why make yourself suffer?" Jenson muttered.
With that, he shoved her arms away and sat in the driver's seat.
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Jenson swooped her up, and her head spun from the abrupt motion. She clutched his neck tight as she shut her eyes. Her lashes fluttered as she moaned lightly into Jenson's neck.
"My head is spinning."
Her voice was coquettish and alluring.
Jenson felt his body stiffen and gulped. He paused in his tracks for a moment before making his way into the hotel.
He took her back to his room and put her on her bed.
As soon as she was on the bed, Kristin wriggled herself out of her clothes after turning to her side, entirely out of habit. Soon, she had stripped off her clothes and was only in her innerwear.
Just when the woman was about to remove her bra, he leaned forward in a swift motion and stopped her. His breathing became ragged as he edged closer to the woman.
Jenson knitted her brows, forming a little v on her forehead when she realized that she could not move. Still in a daze, she opened her eyes.
After registering the face before her, she was almost pleading.
"please unhook it for me…"
Jenson was flabbergasted. Without a word he quickly turned and walked out from the room.
Kristin was finally awake. She sat on the bed, holding her head in pain. Her brain was in disarray, unable to recall what had happened.
Why are my clothes splattered all over the floor… even my bra?
"Oh man…My stupid habit!"
Kristin hurriedly came and saw Jenson already served the breakfast.
She was contemplating whether she should say something. Right then, Jenson glanced in her direction.
"Sorry, I have to make the breakfast."
Under his scrutinizing gaze, she shifted in unease.
"Did you bring me back yesterday? How did it happen? Did someone saw..."
Jenson raised a quizzical brow and finally parted his lips to speak. His tone was icy cold.
"No."
Relieved at his answer, Kristin beamed with a sweet smile. "Thank you."
He sipped on his coffee in a relaxed manner and occasionally glanced at Kristin as she ate.
"Did you normally strip off your clothes when you are drunk?"
Cough, cough…
She finally choked on her food.
Kristin hurriedly grabbed a glass of water and washed it down her throat.