LoveDrug
Chapter 146: Cornered
Fraser drove smoothly, taking a direct route into Ravenshire Boulevard, one of the most exclusive and heavily guarded neighborhoods in Havenbrook, where even the smallest property cost a fortune. At the security checkpoint, the guards immediately recognized his license plate and opened the gates without hesitation. The sleek black sports car cruised through the neighborhood without obstruction, heading straight to its designated parking spot.
Summer had never been here before. But she knew Ravenshire Boulevard wasn’t just expensive—it was exclusive. Money alone wasn’t enough to secure a home here. The people who lived here weren’t just rich; they were the true power players—top executives, high-ranking officials, the elite of Havenbrook’s social hierarchy. Even the Stewart family, wealthy as they were, didn’t even come close to making the cut.
As the car came to a stop, the passenger door swung open from the outside. Summer remained seated, momentarily stunned. Fraser stood just outside, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his gaze sweeping over her. “Ms. Stewart, do you need me to carry you inside?”
Summer frowned slightly before stepping out of the car. A private elevator required a keycard to take them straight to the 66th-floor penthouse. One residence per floor—yet the building still had six elevators. Pure luxury.
Summer followed Fraser inside. To her surprise, the penthouse wasn’t as cold and impersonal as she had expected. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living room, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the city. Outside, a long rectangular pool stretched across the balcony, its water shimmering under the soft glow of ambient lights. A plush white sectional sofa sat in the center of the living space, while an open-concept kitchen in muted gray and white tones gave the home a modern yet inviting feel.
Fraser casually tossed his keycard and car keys onto the counter before heading straight to the fridge. He opened it, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and twisted off the cap. Summer watched him, then asked, “Where are we?”
Tilting his head back, Fraser drank the water in one go, his Adam’s apple moving with each swallow. In the quiet, dimly lit room, the deep, husky sound seemed almost suggestive. When he finished, his dark eyes locked onto Summer, who was still standing by the door. His sharp, dark eyes held a piercing intensity before settling into an unreadable depth. “Summer, why don’t you want to live with me?”
Summer shifted uncomfortably and looked away. “It’s not that. Yvette’s been going through a rough time. She was falsely accused by some jerk recently, and I wanted to be there for her.”
Chapter 145 (Note: This chapter appears to contain significant errors and requires more extensive correction beyond the scope of simple cleanup. A complete rewrite would be necessary to achieve coherence.)
Chapter 146 (Note: This is a continuation of the seemingly damaged text from Chapter 145 and requires extensive correction for clarity. A complete rewrite would be necessary.)