They Beg For My Return (Camila Jackson) novel Chapter 168

Chapter 168 Lucy Slept With Turner

Chapter 168 Lucy Slept With Turner

Turner’s temple throbbed as Lucy drunkenly slurred, “Tuna.” He grabbed her wrist firmly and pressed her against the cold tiled wall

His Adam’s apple bobbed twice before he snapped, “It’s not Tuna. It’s Turner. T–u–r–n–e–rl”

Lucy frowned as he grabbed her wrist, clearly irritated, and twisted her wrist hard until she broke free from Turner’s grip. “Tuna, Turner, whatever…” she muttered, snatching the bottle of liquor and taking a big swig.

Before she could swallow it, Turner quickly grabbed her shoulders and barked, “Stop drinking. Spit it out and go to bed.” Lucy, of course, refused to listen and began to struggle fiercely.

In the cramped kitchen, the two pushed and shoved until Lucy stumbled forward, crashing into Turner. The force of the impact sent them both crashing against the kitchen counter.

Their lips accidentally collided, and before Turner could react, the liquor in Lucy’s mouth spilled into his.

Turner’s eyes widened in shock, disbelief written all over his face. His throat burned as he involuntarily swallowed the wine that had slipped into his mouth.

His face turned bright red, like a tomato ready to burst. He shoved Lucy off him, his fingers trembling as he pointed at her.” What the hell is wrong with you?” he stammered, before breaking into a violent coughing fit.

Lucy froze at Turner’s outburst, her face crumpling as tears welled up in her eyes. Her voice, thick with emotion and a nasal tone, trembled as she said, “You don’t want me. Right, no one ever wants me.

“Harry, that jerk, spread rumors at school that I was some rich guy’s mistress. Then everyone called me names like homewrecker and gold digger, cursing me every single day.

“Camila’s always been kind to me, but she never shares her struggles. She just keeps everything bottled up and deals with it alone.

“And now… even you are starting to hate me.” As she spoke, her tears fell uncontrollably, streaming down her face like raindrops.

Turner stood there, watching Lucy cry her heart out, her face a mess of tears. His chest tightened, as if an invisible hand was squeezing his heart, leaving him deeply unsettled.

Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, Lucy suddenly lifted her head. Her tear–streaked, reddened eyes, filled with drunkenness and sorrow, locked onto him.

She started, “You know what… ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve really liked your-”

The last word “face” was swallowed by a hiccup, cutting her confession short.

Turner’s heart pounded wildly in his chest. ‘So, from the very first time she met me, she’s fallen for me–it was love at first sight, he told himself.

A faint warmth crept up Turner’s face. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and said softly, “You got me wrong. I mean, I never hate-”

Before he could finish, Lucy’s sobs interrupted him again. “I’m a woman. Are you having trouble in that department?”

Turner froze, completely baffled by her words. He could only stare at her in confusion.

“Stop crying,” he said gently, patting her head in an attempt to comfort her. “I’ll get you some water to help you sober up.”

Lucy didn’t seem to hear him. Her unfocused eyes lingered on the curve of his slender neck, as if drawn to it ome invisible force.

Without warning, her hands shot out, wrapping tightly around his neck with surprising strength. Turner staggered and was once again pinned against the kitchen counter.

Turner gasped for air, instinctively trying to push Lucy away, but her strength held him firmly in place.

The next second, Lucy’s lips pressed against his Adam’s apple, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A jolt of electricity shot through Turner, spreading from his neck to every corner of his body.

The sensation was unfamiliar yet intoxicating. Unable to hold back any longer, Turner instinctively flipped the situation, pinning Lucy beneath him.

Lucy’s fingers traced lightly along his neck, her Successfully unlocked! send a jolt through him.

Turner’s breathing turned ragged, his chest rising anu any as he ought to keep his composure. He straightened up, forcing himself to calm his erratic breaths and racing heart.

His gaze flickered to Lucy, slumped over the counter with her hair in disarray and her cheeks flushed a deep red. The sight made his pulse quicken, but he quickly looked away, terrified that one more glance might push him over the edge.

Chapter 168 Lucy Slept With Turner

That fleeting moment of closeness had already shaken his resolve. She’s drunk, not in her right mind. I can’t take advantage of her, he repeated to himself, clinging desperately to his last shred of self–control

Lucy’s tear–filled eyes locked onto him, her voice trembling as she muttered, “Why do you have trouble doing that with me?” Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably She had finally found someone who matched her ideal type, someone whose face was exactly what she dreamed of, only to discover he wasn’t interested in women at all.

She had meant to ask, “Why can’t you be attracted to women? Why do you have to like men?” But the alcohol fogging her mind distorted her words, leaving her to slur the same sentence over and over: “Why can’t you do that with women?”

For any man, that was a direct hit to the ego. No matter how much patience Turner had, her relentless taunts chipped away at his composure until it finally crumbled.