i lifted my head and looked at Ashton. He did not seem to be bothered by Joe’s reaction.
I thought of consoling the drunk man but was afraid that I might burst into laughter.
Ashton grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. “Let him be. He’ll be fine when he’s sobered up.”
I whispered, “Does he always get drunk?”
Ashton tapped his slender fingers on a glass of water and placed the glass by his sensuous lips.
“Sometimes,” he said. He then looked at me and realized I was staring at his lips. He put down the glass, smirked, and let out a deep grunt.
That had instantly snapped me out of my daze. I cleared my throat and tried to hide my awkwardness. “Oh.”
My heart was still racing like mad even though I had looked away. What is he? God of lust and seduction? Argh!
Joe had soon quietened down. He collapsed on the couch and fell asleep.
Ashton looked at him for a while before saying, “Come. Let’s go home.”
I nodded. But before leaving, I asked, “Should we send him home?”
Ashton shook his head. “Let’s just bring him down to his chauffeur.”
He stood up, placed his arm around Joe’s neck, and held that drunk man’s wrist. “Let’s go.”
At the entrance of the Imperial Hotel, his chauffeur came up and carried Joe by his arm. He then left after thanking Ashton for his help.
Ashton left his car in the car park, so he looked at me and said, “Wait for me. I’ll go and get the car.”
“I’ll go with you.” The car park in the hotel was large, and it would take him some time to get to his car. I just wanted to accompany him.
But he stopped me. “It’s cold outside. You wait for me in the lobby. I’ll be here soon.”
He then called one of the front desk staff members to bring me in.
At his insistence, I returned to the lobby and waited.
Suddenly, Jackson appeared with a woman in his arm, and I was surprised.
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