"I don't want to go back to the hotel. I want to be with Sachin."
Regardless of how Payton tried to persuade her, Charlotte wouldn't go with him. Instead, she hugged Sachin tightly, and no one was able to pull them apart.
Sachin looked helpless.
Rosiley sensed how Sachin was feeling by looking at his expression, and put on a wry face.
If Charlotte hadn't been drunk, Rosiley and Juliet would have thought that she did it on purpose.
Everyone being out of tricks, Rosiley said, "Well, let her come home with us. When she sobers up tomorrow, we'll send her back to the hotel.”
There was no other way.
Payton helped Charlotte get into Rosiley's car and watched them leave.
"Payton, can you not bring your sister next time?"
Thinking of the farce just now, Juliet couldn't help but be a little angry.
Payton rubbed his aching temples and said helplessly, "I didn't know it would be like this. I wouldn't let her drink when she goes out with me again.”
Wine always managed to screw things up.
Juliet saw how uncomfortable he felt when he rubbed his temples and frowned.
She curled her lips and pretended to ask casually, "Are you unwell?"
Hearing that, Payton looked up and put on a mocking smile. "Are you caring about me?"
"No." Juliet looked away in embarrassment.
Why did she always think of one thing and speak another? Did she think he was too blind to see the worry in her eyes?
Payton chuckled softly, then held her hand, and clasped fingers with her.
"Let's go back," he whispered.
His palm was warm.
Juliet smiled slowly and said in a gentle voice, "Okay."
Payton also smiled and led her towards the car.
Their shadows grew longer on the concrete floor, close together, so lovely that as if eternity had been smiling at them.
It would be a lie to say Rosiley didn't care about Charlotte.
Although Charlotte said Sachin wasn't her type, Rosiley still got jealous when she saw the attachment Charlotte showed to him.
Moreover, Sachin's heart was open to Charlotte, which was obviously different from how he treated other women.
Rosiley tucked Charlotte in and turned around. Looking at the man who was leaning against the door, she smiled slightly and said, "She finally fell asleep."
As she spoke, she walked over.
When she came close to Sachin, he took her hand and said, "Then you are all mine now."
Rosiley looked straight into his deep black eyes and pursed her lips, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.
“Ask whatever you want," he said.
"I....” Rosiley bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. "Will your father force you to marry Charlotte?"
Noticing her uneasiness, Sachin raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, saying softly, “Rosiley, my father can't control my life.”
Rosiley stared at him. Although she agreed with him, she still felt a little uneasy.
She was afraid that one day he would leave her after all.
That thought terrified her.
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