Chapter 171: Bathing Summer
Summer sat on the ground in front of the couch. She twisted open the bottle, the liquor swirling like shattered moonlight. One sip followed another. As she drank, Summer’s eyes turned red and misty, a layer of tears glazing over them. She looked down at the two bracelets on her wrist. One was sapphire, while the other was an amethyst bracelet Holly had given her. Her voice broke as she said, “Grandma, I miss you so much.” She slowly drank bottle by bottle. She felt dizzy. Summer’s face was a little red, and she was starting to feel faint.
With a slight click, the living room light switched on. Fraser stood at the door with one hand in his pocket. He frowned when he smelled the alcohol in the house. If he didn’t know that the security personnel at Ravenshire Boulevard were all high-ranking officers, he would have thought his place had been robbed. Fraser’s dark gaze swept around the room before landing on Summer, who was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, drinking. Bathed in the moonlight, her slender back was shrouded in a fragile, hazy veil, making her look both lonely and distant. Fraser stepped forward and saw several empty bottles carelessly tossed on the floor. He let out a short, incredulous laugh. This woman sure knows how to pick the most expensive liquor to drink.
“Didn’t have enough at Sonata Bar? Still wanna drink at home?”
Summer slowly turned around when she heard the annoying voice. Her face was flushed red. Her eyes were teary, her nose was red, and her lips carried the scent of alcohol mixed with a faint fragrance. Fraser lounged lazily on the sofa, his deep gaze fixed on her for a long while. Reaching out, he pinched Summer’s face. Her skin was burning hot, and the warmth seared against his fingertips, as if it had also left a mark on his chest.
Summer stammered, “D-Don’t touch me.”
“Who am I?”
“A bad guy. A big jerk who bullies me…”
Fraser smirked slightly. “Oh, really?”
So she was mad at him for not giving her a deadline, so upset that she had to drink? His eyes darkened, and after a brief silence, he murmured, “Summer, is being with me really that unbearable?”
Summer was obviously drunk; she had no idea what he was saying. All she could feel right now was the discomfort in her stomach and chest. It was like something was churning inside her, threatening to explode at any time.
Suddenly, she couldn’t bear it anymore. “Ugh!” Summer puked. The floor and both their clothes were a mess. Sluna—a clean freak—frowned. His black slacks and the floor were covered with Summer’s vomit.
Chapter 171: Bathing Summer
In the bathroom, he placed her on top of the marble basin and started to take off her clothes. Summer, with her eyes closed, kept on moving her body. “Wh-who are you! You jerk! Don’t take advantage of me, or I’m gonna call the cops!”
Fraser suddenly looked up. ‘Summer, look properly. Who am I?’ Although he sounded fierce, his actions of taking off her clothes were gentle. Summer’s reddened face turned toward him, and she held his face with both hands. She squinted and carefully observed his handsome face. After a moment, it was as if she recalled something and muttered, “Fraser, why are you here? Where am I?”
Fraser answered coldly, “Heaven.”
Fraser moved swiftly, stripping her of her clothes with practiced ease. When he encountered a stubborn button, he simply yanked it apart without a second thought, not caring whether it tore. He didn’t stop until every last piece of fabric was gone, leaving her completely bare. Summer’s skin was smooth and delicate. Under the light, her skin seemed even softer. Fraser’s throat went dry, his breathing tightening. With immense restraint, he lifted her and placed her into the warm bath. The moment Summer’s body touched the water, dizziness overwhelmed her. Her hands instinctively latched onto Fraser as she cried out in panic. “No, no, don’t make me swim!”
At once, water splashed violently from the bathtub. Fraser was drenched from head to toe, his already pent-up frustration burning hotter. Now, with his chest soaked and his patience running thin, the heat in his body only intensified. He stood up, peeled off his soaked dress shirt, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs, then unbuckled his belt and slipped out of his trousers. Without hesitation, he stepped into the bathtub. Half-coaxing, half-forcing, he washed her body, making sure she was clean.
Once done, Fraser wrapped Summer tightly in a bath towel and carried her to the bed. He picked up a soft, pale pink slip dress and slipped it onto her. After the bath, and possibly from exhaustion, she finally quieted down.