Chapter 187

Charles let out a long sigh. Running into this troublemaker felt like the worst luck in his life. Rubbing his aching temples, he instructed, “Take us to Yewton Hotel.”

In the presidential suite of Veston Hotel, a thud echoed. The door swung open, and Charles carried Marsha inside. They were both an absolute mess. The mixture of smells assaulted Charles’s senses, making him lift his head in disgust.

“Marsha,” he grumbled. “You’re paying me back for this when you sober up.” Both his car and clothes were ruined, all thanks to her.

Charles tried to set her down on the couch, but Marsha tightened her arms around his neck. Eyes still shut, she mumbled stubbornly, “No.”

Her grip only got stronger. A vein throbbed on his forehead. Through gritted teeth, he growled, “Let go, or I’ll find someone to deal with you.”

If he let her sleep like this, there was no telling what kind of mess she would stir up in the morning. Worse, if Austin were to find out, Charles would be in serious trouble. He struggled to pry her off, but she refused to budge. His attempt backfired, making Marsha gag. Charles’s scalp went numb as his eyes widened in horror.

“Hell no! Hold on!” he shouted, sprinting toward the bathroom with Marsha still in his arms. They barely made it inside before she puked. Charles’s face turned a sickly shade of green. “This damn woman!” he bellowed. If she kept this up, he was going to run out of clothes. “Just end me now,” he groaned inwardly.

Gagging, he fought to keep himself together, his eyes stinging from the effort. Meanwhile, Marsha remained blissfully unaware, lost in her drunken haze. Without hesitation, Charles turned on the shower and let the water wash over them, rinsing away the stench.

Marsha shivered, letting out a small, pitiful whimper. With her eyes still closed, she mumbled, “You’re so mean… for bullying me…”

Charles’s lips twitched. “Who’s bullying who here? If she weren’t completely wasted, he would be the one giving her hell.” Feeling at his soaked shirt, Charles grabbed a fresh bathrobe from the rack and threw it on before storming out of the bathroom.

After arranging for a receptionist to take care of her, he finally collapsed onto the couch, utterly drained. He figured he should’ve just ignored that drunken mess from the start. By the time everything was settled, an hour had passed.

Standing beside the bed, Charles looked down at Marsha under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Unlike her usual feisty self, Marsha looked peaceful, almost delicate. Rubbing his forehead, he sighed, “You’d be a lot easier to deal with if you were always this quiet.”

Even someone like him, who had seen his fair share of beautiful women, had to admit that she was breathtaking. Too bad she was a handful. His gaze fell on her bare shoulder, and with a slight frown, he stepped forward and pulled the blanket over her. Just as he was about to straighten up, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist. Caught off guard, Charles lost his balance and stumbled onto the bed.

His eyes widened. Before he could push himself up, Marsha wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice soft and lazy as she muttered, “You’re not allowed to leave.” She then leaned closer against him.

Charles barely managed to prop himself up when Marsha rolled over, pinning him beneath her. Her dazed eyes locked onto his lips. They looked soft and tempting. She liked his lips. She wanted a taste. Charles’s instincts screamed at him, but before he could react, Marsha leaned in and kissed him.

His eyes flew open. The hand he had braced against her shoulders froze. Blood rushed to his head with a deafening roar. She… she… she actually…

Before he could process it, Marsha let out a soft hum and traced her tongue over his lips.

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