Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 162

Clara was genuinely wiped out. The alcohol had done a number on her, leaving her feeling drowsy and barely able to catch what Megan was saying. The car pulled up in front of her place. Megan helped her out, and after just a few steps, they spotted Simon waiting outside the complex.

There was a pile of cigarette butts at Simon's feet. He knew Megan, but they weren't exactly close. Megan greeted him politely, "Mr. Simon."

Simon frowned at the sight of Clara, clearly drunk. "Is she drunk?"

"Yeah."

He quickly tossed his cigarette and moved towards them. "I'll take her inside. You can go now."

Megan hesitated for a moment but handed Clara over to him without protest. As she watched them walk away, she snapped a picture and posted it online. [Destiny has a funny way of bringing the right people together.]

With that, she headed back to her car.

Simon got Clara to her door and was about to use her fingerprint to unlock it when he noticed her lips were red. Clara felt like she'd been dropped on the ground, and wasn’t quite aware until cold water was dumped over her head.

Simon stood there with an empty basin, looking stormy. Clara frowned, now fully awake, and took a deep breath. "What's your problem?"

It finally hit her that she was home, sitting by the entrance. How on earth did Simon get in here? He dropped the basin, leaned down, and grabbed her collar, pulling her up.

"What happened to your lips?" he demanded, his eyes dark and fiery.

Clara inhaled sharply, "Let go."

"I asked, what happened to your lips?!"

"Allergic reaction."

"Clara, I've known you for ages, and I've never heard of you having allergies. What are you allergic to?"

"Alcohol."

"Seriously?" Simon thought it was the most ridiculous thing. "Do you think I'm stupid? Alcohol allergy, really?"

Clara was genuinely puzzled. Was it so hard to believe she was allergic to alcohol? How else could she explain the tingling sensation?