Once Cast-Off Wife Now Untouchable Queen novel Chapter 442

**TITLE: A Message On Whatsapp 442**
**CONTENT: Chapter 442 Kiss All You Want**

After the call ended, Raine, still riding the high of excitement, wasted no time in reaching out to Aella.

“40%”
“+20 Free Coins”

On the other end of the line, Aella’s spirits soared when she learned that Zera had been taken back into police custody. A wave of relief washed over her, lifting her mood remarkably.

“Aella,” Raine exclaimed, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, “I need to celebrate! Let’s raise a toast, even if it’s from a distance!”

With that, Raine dragged Brad along to a nearby restaurant, her heart set on indulging in a celebratory drink. She eagerly ordered a bottle of champagne, her excitement palpable.

An hour later, they emerged from the restaurant, the cool night air wrapping around them like a comforting blanket.

Brad, ever the responsible one, hadn’t touched a drop, while Raine swayed slightly, the effects of the alcohol evident in her unsteady movements.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Brad suggested, trying to guide her back, but Raine had other plans.

“No way! I want to watch a movie!” she insisted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a resigned sigh, Brad scooped her up and into the car. “It’s the dead of night, and you’re drunker than a sailor. Home. Bed. Now.”

Raine playfully poked his nose, her words slightly slurred. “Brad, if you don’t take me to a movie, it’s over between us!”

With a heavy heart, Brad complied, escorting his tipsy troublemaker to the nearest theater, where he fussed over her like a protective older brother. He randomly purchased two tickets, not paying much attention to the details.

It was only once they settled into their seats that he realized they had stumbled into a midnight adult screening. The loveseat pods were semi-enclosed, providing just enough distance to maintain a semblance of privacy for each couple.

Yet, the faint, chaotic sounds of passion drifted through the air, creating an awkward atmosphere.

“Raine, we need to leave. This is the wrong show,” he urged, tugging at her arm.

He pulled once, then twice, but she remained stubbornly glued to her seat, utterly captivated by the screen.

“Raine!” he exclaimed in exasperation, clapping a hand over her eyes. “Not for minors! I’ll take you to something animated instead.”

But Raine was undeterred. She yanked his hand away and swung a leg across his lap, settling herself comfortably.

Her mind still hazy from the drinks, she blinked at him, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. “Brad, why are they so loud when they kiss? Is it… comfortable or not?”

Brad felt a surge of panic. “Get off me. Now.”

Raine giggled, her laughter ringing in his ears. “Let me try.”

He summoned every ounce of composure left and pushed her back into her seat, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.

As he grabbed her clutch, ready to make a run for it, she climbed right back onto him, her determination unwavering.

Flat on the reclining pod, Brad found himself pinned, making a final stand. “Raine, listen to me. I may be older, but I’m as pure as the driven snow. If you touch me, you’re responsible for me. For life.”

Raine, emboldened by her audacity, tilted his chin up with a finger. “Old man, and you still want to negotiate with me?”

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she caught his jaw and leaned in closer, her lips almost brushing against his.

“Wait. Just—wait,” Brad gasped, twisting away, his breath hitching in his throat.

“40%”
“+20 Free Coins”

He tapped his phone, and the “evidence” played back her boozy, heroic oath from the theater, echoing through the room.

Hearing her own drunken declarations, Raine curled up in his arms, mortified and utterly still.

She was just a 20-year-old college student! How had she stumbled into such a catastrophe?

Keeping her eyes firmly shut, she attempted to bluff her way out of it. “I was drunk. I don’t remember anything. You must have taken advantage of me and filmed it to trick me!”

Brad tossed the phone aside, lifting her chin gently to make her look at the faint marks scattered across his chest and shoulders.

Raine’s heart raced, pulse quickening. So… last night had been that intense?

At that moment, Brad’s phone rang, breaking the tension.

He glanced at the caller ID, then leaned down to whisper in her ear, “It’s your brother.”

“Don’t you dare!” she exclaimed, snatching the phone from his hand and ending the call in a panic.

She was still in school.

If Tyrone found out she had slept with his best friend, her world would come crashing down.

Just the week before, her parents had inquired if she felt “that way” about Brad.

She had sworn on her pride that Brad was like family; holding his hand was as electrifying as holding her left hand with her right—zero sparks.

Just as she finished swearing, she had gone and slept with Brad. That slap of reality hit her like a freight train.