一二三影院

Chapter 231: 231: Drunken Confession

Seeing her like this, Baron Stuart’s eyebrows furrowed even more.

How did this woman change completely when she was drunk?

Seeing the man in front of her with pursed lips and silent, Emily Walker suddenly felt afraid, “You…you don’t like me anymore…”

Baron Stuart’s brow locked, and after a moment, he coaxed softly, “Good girl, let’s go home.”

With that, he was about to pick her up and leave the private room.

“No-!” Emily struggled, her face full of discontent, looking at the man in front of her drunkenly, persistently asking, “First tell me… do, do you like me or

not…”

Assuming a serene tone, “Let’s go home first, okay?” After that, Baron Stuart picked her up by the waist, glanced at the people in the room, and turned to leave.

They exited the private room, and the people outside had already been cleared out by Clayton Howard.

“Baron Stuart… You don’t like me, do you?… You never liked me at all…” Emily buried her head in his strong chest, and for some reason, a sudden wave of sadness hit her, “Ah… if you don’t like me, why would you sleep with me… why would you go to bed with me every day…”

Hearing this, Baron Stuart’s footsteps halted abruptly, and he frowned slightly.

At this moment, was the woman in his arms really Emily Walker?

“Why… Why did you sleep with me, Baron Stuart… Don’t you like me…”

Slowly, Emily’s voice grew fainter, as if gradually calming down, “But… It seems that I have fallen in love with you… Why would you have a fiancee…”

Her voice, as light as a mosquito’s hum, clearly reached Baron Stuart, his footsteps pausing once more, as he looked at the girl in his arms with some surprise.

At this time, Emily had slowly closed her eyes and fallen into a deep sleep…

After returning to the private residence, Emily was already sleeping deeply.

After gently placing her on the bed, Baron Stuart left the room; a few minutes later, he had a medicine box in hand.

Perhaps because cleaning her wounds was a bit painful, Emily, in her deep sleep, furrowed her eyebrows and whined softly.

Following that, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the blurry silhouette in front of her.

“Baron Stuart…” She called out softly, unsure whether the man in front of her was him or not.

“Mm,” Baron Stuart responded gently, continuing to clean the wound on her forehead.

A few minutes later, once the wound was cleaned, Baron Stuart picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave. Just as he was getting up, he suddenly felt his clothes being tightly grabbed by a little hand.

He frowned slightly and looked at the girl on the bed who had already opened her eyes.

He wasn’t sure if the girl was awake or still drunk.

“What’s the matter?”

Emily gripped his white shirt and slowly crawled up towards him, kneeling at the edge of the bed; both hands directly clinging to his neck.

When her pink lips got close to his mouth, Baron Stuart knew that this woman was still in her drunken state.

However, he liked the drunk version of her, as she was much more ‘honest’ than her usual self.

Putting down the medicine box, Baron Stuart counterattacked, as her flirtatious expression and initiative aroused the passion within his body…

The next second, Emily was pressed under him…

The next day

In the morning, Emily woke up with a splitting headache, looked at the time and realized it was already 11 AM!

She jumped out of bed violently, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, her legs suddenly gave in, and she fell to the floor.

PS: Dear! Sorry! I’m late again today, please forgive me! (Pitiful look, grievance look)