Next Man Better Plan novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Half an hour later, Victoria rushed into the bar.

Seeing Quennel slumped over the counter, she was shocked. She turned to the bartender. “How much did he drink?”

The bartender shrugged, indicating he didn’t know.

Quennel’s peaceful, sleeping face looked like a sculpture. His features were so perfect that Victoria’s heart raced just looking at him.

With the bartender’s help, she managed to hoist Quennel onto her shoulder and struggled toward the exit.

It seemed Quennel had wanted to be alone; he had even sent his driver away.

Victoria hailed a cab and took him to his villa. Using Quennel’s fingerprint to unlock the door, she finally managed to get him onto the bed, breaking into a sweat from the effort.

She went to the bathroom to wash her face. When she came out, Quennel was lying on his side, deep in sleep.

He was completely out of it. After all that jostling, he hadn’t stirred at all.

Victoria didn’t leave. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bed, watching Quennel for a long

time.

She had fallen deeply in love with him from the very first moment she saw him.

Now, with the man she loved right in front of her, Victoria couldn’t resist leaning in. She pressed her lips against his, lingering there.

There was a fatal magnetism about Quennel that drew her in irresistibly-a purely physical

attraction.

Just looking at him made her body feel weak.

Victoria climbed onto the other side of the bed wrapped her arms tightly around Quennel’s waist from behind, and pressed her cheek against his back, holding him close.

The next morning, the scent of cooking wafted from the kitchen.

Quennel opened his eyes and saw that the other side of the bed had clearly been slept in. He was both surprised and pleased.

His head was pounding from the hangover, but he didn’t care. He immediately got out of

bed.

He hurried to the dining room, but when he saw Victoria in the kitchen, his expression visibly cooled.

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Chapter 38

“What are you doing here?”

Victoria, wearing an apron and having just finished making some porridge, turned around and smiled. “Quennel, you were drunk last night. The bar manager called me to bring you home.”

She stuck out her tongue playfully. “It took everything I had to get you home. My arms are still sore.”

Quennel turned and poured himself a glass of water.

After a glass of warm water, the dryness in his throat subsided.

He asked suddenly, “Did you sleep in my bed last night?”

Victoria froze for a moment, then quickly said, “You were the one who insisted I stay… You were even holding my hand…”

Did I?

Quennel frowned. He’d been drunk and had vaguely dreamed of Stephanie. He must have mistaken Victoria for her.

Just then, Victoria lifted the lid of the pot, and the rising steam made her cry out.

Quennel’s expression changed, and he hurried over. “What’s wrong?”

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