The Ex-Wife's Triumph novel Chapter 278

Jules lifted his head, his bleary, drunken eyes darting between the two of them. "He definitely is," he slurred out. "Almost made me eat pavement. Guy's totally lost it!"

As soon as he spoke, Jules's driver noticed the commotion. He hurried over and grabbed Jules by his other arm.

They managed to load him into the car.

Kingsley completely ignored them. He seized Lucy's wrist. "I'm taking you home."

"Let go!" Lucy lifted her purse and slammed it onto the back of his hand. His pale skin instantly turned bright red, but his grip didn't waver.

Driven by sheer fury, she swung her bag with all her might, cracking it hard against his cheek. The force snapped Kingsley's head to the side. His ears rang loudly, yet he still refused to release her hand.

"You're going to make me go deaf," he rasped.

"You deserve it!" Lucy raised her arm for another swing, but his other large hand shot out, capturing her wrist in an iron grip.

"If you won't let me drive you, at least let my driver take you. Is that so hard?"

Kingsley stared at her, his tone dripping with an undeniable authority.

"Are you really going to ride back with a hammered Jules?"

Lucy's eyes were filled with biting sarcasm. "Who I go home with is none of your business."

The alcohol was finally starting to hit her. A heavy wave of dizziness washed over her, and she instinctively raised a hand to massage her temples.

Kingsley softened his tone, though his resolve remained unshaken.

"I won't go with you. Let the driver take you. Seven is at home waiting. If you want to stand out here and argue all night, that's fine by me."

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