Before Julian had time to compose himself and grasp the situation, he already felt an alluring scent of expensive Tom Ford perfume rushing toward him.
Following that, his beautiful little wife had stepped in, standing imposingly right in front of him with a face radiating murderous intent.
She incredibly decisively pointed her red-manicured finger straight at that woman’s face: “This bitch just splashed dirty wine onto your clothes.” Wait, this shrill tone, listening closely, why did it sound both like coquettishly sulking and demanding her husband defend her, yet also like sharply tattletaling?
Serena: Frozen with Black guy question mark face.gif When her brain caught up to Load the information, Serena again felt incredibly aggrieved and wronged.
Originally in her script, she only thought she was playing a coquettish game to reminisce about old love with Julian a bit, conveniently stripping and hugging his jacket home to create an excuse for a next date to return the item.
How did the result unfold to be ruined by the legal wife in a way completely unlike her calculations?
“Director Chloe, truly I am incredibly sorry, it was because I slipped, I can take the coat to be washed as compensation.” The mascara-coated corners of Serena’s eyes began to tear up and turn slightly red; that fake aggrieved demeanor might make outsiders looking in mistakenly think who had just assaulted and bullied her.
Chloe automatically turned the Volume down, ignoring her sophistry.
Instead, she glared and aggressively pinched Julian’s waist to torment him: “This suit is the high-end FANY custom design that I personally chose to gift you for our anniversary.
In this entire world, only this single unique piece exists.
It had to be the renowned designer Sam himself flying over to take measurements and hand-tailor it.
Why do you act so carelessly when going out, not carefully taking care of the gift your wife gave you like that?” In Serena’s empty head at this moment, she only dazedly heard the remaining keywords reeking of money: FANY brand, high-end designer goods, expert Sam, hand-tailored.
In just the blink of an eye, the image of Chairman Julian had transformed into a diamond-encrusted mobile ATM money printing machine, and a very premium limited black card type at that.
But hearing the disdainful, reprimanding words Chloe deliberately spoke, that girl felt jealous and humiliated, so she purposely raised her voice to defend herself: “Director Chloe, I have admitted my fault and said it, the accident was caused by me, I can take responsibility to bring the item to the dry cleaner, whatever the bill cost is I will pay compensation.” Chloe acted as if she finally bestowed a glance, discovering there was also an invisible, cheap person standing there.
She turned around, wearing an arrogant expression, jerking her chin and looking straight into Serena’s face: “Miss Serena?
Very sorry, this high-class suit fabric woven from silk of the upper class can only be preserved by specialized hand-washing.” Julian, seeing his wife bristling up to protect him, felt incredibly amused.
He gently wrapped his arm tightly around Chloe’s waist, pulling her close, unable to contain his affection as he bent down and kissed the fine hair on the top of her head in front of everyone: “I am sorry, it was my fault for not taking care of it.” Bending close like this, his nose finally smelled the faint scent of alcohol emanating from Chloe’s body.
He frowned in worry, did this brat sneakily drink alcohol?
Serena’s powdered face turned crimson to the ears from humiliation: “Then I will personally hand-wash it as compensation.” Chloe, as if hearing the joke of the century, laughed sarcastically out of anger: “I truly have my eyes opened, unable to understand the personality of this kind of person.
A girl bearing the reputation of having studied abroad properly at a university, why do you just like to act flirtatiously and brazenly like a mistress fighting to demand to take clothes home to wash for a man who is the legal husband of another woman?” “You…
You watch your mouth!” Serena felt the increasingly incorrect, gossipy, pointing gazes of the people around her, hurriedly trying to weakly clarify and explain: “I only had good intentions wanting to take responsibility for my unintentional behavior.” “Excuse me, it is unnecessary.” Chloe bluntly and decisively refused.
For Julian, in his life, this was the first time he got to watch this jealous, sharp, scene-making demeanor of Chloe’s.
But contrary to feeling repulsed, no matter which angle he looked from, he found it incredibly adorable and pleasing to the eye.
He used force to gently pull her, making her fall back into the sturdy chest of his embrace, lowering his voice to coax and flatter: “Don’t be angry anymore, later when we return to the Penthouse I will personally wash it myself, you can sit on the sofa acting as a queen supervising me doing it.” Saying that, he naturally lifted Chloe’s soft, small hand, bringing it to his lips, using his teeth to lightly bite and dote on it provocatively.
Chloe felt her face burning really hot.
It was just that her mind was spinning, not knowing whether the cause was the effect of that high-alcohol-content Cosmopolitan cocktail, or extreme anger, or…
shy embarrassment because of his brazen flirting action in public.
Shooting CEO Julian, who wore a triumphant smiling expression, a sharp glare, she gave a haughty cold snort and removed her hand.
Julian passionately looked at the blushing, shy, white and pink skin of the little woman; truly a goddess wanting to take a man’s life with her attraction.
“Oh wow, I didn’t expect a CEO ruthless on the battlefield like Mr.
Quinn to be the type of man who puts his wife on his head and is afraid of his wife!” A frivolous, teasing whistle rang out from the side.
Glancing over, it was unknown which family’s chubby, bald tycoon CEO it was.
“The marital affection of Director Quinn is indeed incredibly sweet and wonderful.” The foreign Director in charge of the Grossi brand, having just witnessed the dog food feeding scene, also clicked his tongue in admiration.
Chloe only now sluggishly realized and loaded the impulsive, image-losing actions she had just done a moment ago.
In a flash, she felt incredibly embarrassed and humiliated.
So embarrassed that she no longer had any face left to dare look up and face people; she had to act like an ostrich, rubbing and hiding her blushing face tightly against Julian’s sturdy back to escape.
Unsurprisingly, she felt the man’s chest vibrate along with his low, masculine chuckle echoing over.
Her face, already hot, became even redder.
She sneakily slipped her small fingernails under his suit jacket layer, aiming to find the exact soft flesh on his ribs to pinch hard to vent her anger.
Chloe whispered softly in a commanding tone: “I am tired, I want to go home immediately.” “Obeying orders, Madam.” Pressing her burning ear against the man’s back, Chloe clearly heard the doting response.
Not knowing if it was a hallucination due to drunkenness, why did she have the feeling that this man’s resonant voice, when transmitted through body vibrations to her ear, truly sounded deadly sexy to the point of being a crime.
Chloe herself knew her alcohol tolerance belonged to the weak category.
After draining a large glass of alcohol-mixed cocktail, currently, her mind had turned into a confused mess.
Opening her eyes to look around, everything began to appear as blurry, doubled illusions.
When being half-hugged, half-carried by Julian and shoved into the passenger seat cabin of the car, her drunk expression was still hazy and a bit bewildered.
Waiting until Julian slammed the door, walked around to get into the car himself, and into the driver’s seat, she only then babbled and opened her mouth to ask: “Bastard, where do you plan to kidnap me to?” Julian buckled his seatbelt, turning his face to look at his little wife who was dead drunk sitting limply there.
Her rouged cheeks were now even redder because of the alcohol; her deep blue eyes were sluggish and dreamy.
On his sharp, handsome face flashed a warm, gentle trace.
His firm, large hand couldn’t resist reaching over to caress and cherish Chloe’s small, burning face: “Taking baby back to our Penthouse.” “Oh…
back to the golden cage…” Chloe obediently nodded, mumbling a few curses with unclear meanings in her mouth.
Julian chuckled, pulling his hand back, starting the car engine preparing to step on the gas and leave.
Suddenly, the drunk Chloe sitting squarely in the passenger seat shrieked at the top of her lungs: “Stop!
Stop the car!
Stop the car!” While screaming, she used her hands to scratch and struggle with the seatbelt strapped tightly across her chest: “Oh my god, what kind of devilish buckle is this, why can’t I press and take it off?” On the other side of the steering wheel, Julian didn’t bother speaking up to coax her, not rushing to turn off the engine, merely resting his chin in his hand with an expression full of interest watching a good show, looking at the little woman.
It was clearly true that she was dead drunk to the point of memory loss, not knowing what sky, moon, clouds, or earth were anymore.
What can you do, a beauty even when drunk and making a scene, her nature is still incredibly adorable like this.
Struggling and scratching for half the day, the buckle still showed no results of yielding.
Chloe resentfully had to raise her head and reach out, groping around trying to find the car door handle, intending to break the door to get out and escape.
Unfortunately, the man beside her was too cunning, quick with his hands and sharp with his eyes.
He had already locked the safety Child-lock system from beforehand.
No matter how weakly the drunk girl pulled and yanked, the door remained tightly shut without moving to open.
“…” Chloe incredibly pitifully and aggrievedly tilted her head half up to glare at him: “Jerk, the door is stuck and won’t open…” “Oh?
Why is the door stuck?” Julian tried to bite his lip to hold back his laughter, seriously cooperating to ask back, playing along with the act.
The dead drunk Chloe, hearing the question like that, slowly tilted her head and twisted her neck.
Her small face scrunched up, putting on an incredibly serious posture of logical thinking for a long while before uttering the answer: “Because…
because it is bullying me!” “Oh, the damn door dares to bully my wife?
Then does Madam want to order me to slap and beat it up to vent your anger?” Julian’s resonant tone right now sounded exactly like a gray wolf disguised as a gentleman using candy to tempt the innocent Little Red Riding Hood.
“Really?” Chloe foolishly widened her rabbit eyes, blinking innocently as if her brain was truly analyzing and considering the feasibility of this violent act.
That ignorant, coquettish demeanor made Julian feel itchy and burning inside.
He decisively unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned his body lunging forward, getting close to her face intending to press his lips down to bite a punishing kiss.
Chloe sluggishly looked at the angular face suddenly magnified right in front of her eyes.
She blinked her long eyelashes, suddenly out of a self-defense reflex raising her hand to swing a slap with a “smack” like thunder.
The swinging force of a drunk person was actually not great, but the collision sound was not small at all.
The clear, unjust “smack” sound echoed incredibly clearly, causing a shock in the quiet, soundproof, cramped space of the luxury car.
“…” “…” Big eyes staring at small eyes, both froze for 5 seconds.
The light shining into the dark car cabin was not bright enough; momentarily, it was impossible to distinguish the turning white then green complexion of the authoritative man who was just slapped by his wife.
“I told you to help beat the door, why did you suddenly put your face close and bite me for?” Chloe rubbed her hurting hand and pouted, her tone conversely blaming the person who was slapped.
“…” Ah…
fine, meeting a drunkard, all logic is useless; there are no more explanations to say.
Chloe, seeing the man rendered speechless without replying, again resentfully turned her body away, using force to pull the car door, her tone starting to whine anxiously: “Let me go, I want to get out of the car!
Kidnapper, let me out of the car!” “Are you crazy, what the hell do you plan to do out on the street at this hour?” Julian truly scratched his head and tore his hair out in curiosity.
Why did this perfect girl every time she got dead drunk have the bad habit of liking to run wild out on the street like this?
Chloe whipped her head back, her small face incredibly aggrieved and tearful: “I want to go to a bar to find Harper.” “Didn’t you promise to lock the schedule with her this afternoon?
Later when the party ends, you’ll buy food together to go home and eat cheap frozen dumplings, the three-delicacy shrimp and bacon filling kind, right?” “Be good now, goldfish brain, did you forget that just now when stepping out of the lobby you bumped into her and said goodbye?
She signed a paper agreeing to tell you to follow me home.
If there’s anything, on another free day she will drop by the house to let you eat dumplings as compensation.” Julian helplessly reached out his hand to pat the top of her head, coaxing a child to comfort Chloe.
In reality, just now when the two walked shoulder-to-shoulder out to the gate, they indeed bumped into Harper.
At that time, the edgy girl Harper was feeling incredibly head-aching and miserable because a handsome male manager approached to invite her to attend an After-party gathering.
According to the agreement, that best friend had promised to lock the deal with Chloe to call a ride and catch a taxi home together to drink and eat.
However, life is not a dream; in that partying gathering, there was the appearance of the Best Actor Brad Pitt.
A handsome male god with six-pack abs versus a plastic friendship oath truly standing at a crossroads very difficult to choose?
Perhaps heaven above also felt pity, feeling this girl being moldy single for so long was too pitiful and tragic, so it ruthlessly placed an extra cheating weight on the male beauty side.
And thus, the dead drunk Chloe was domineeringly half-dragged, half-hugged and carried out by Julian.
At this time, her critical thinking was completely stalled and chaotic.
So the traitorous best friend Harper happily and ruthlessly threw the burden Chloe to the husband Julian to handle, so she could lift her dress to go participate in a boy-washing gathering.
“Is that so.” The drunk, brainless Chloe also didn’t know if she truly remembered that memory or not.
Hearing Julian rambling and saying so, she mumbled a “mhm” in compromise, also deflating her body and no longer struggling or smashing things.
Julian astutely observed and evaluated for a moment.
Seeing Chloe’s sleepy, drooping eyelids shutting, he released the brake, shifted into gear, and stepped hard on the gas for the supercar to zoom away, tearing through the night.
Arriving back at the Penthouse, Chloe, not knowing what sky or earth was, was carried up princess-style by Julian and thrown into the bedroom.
Perhaps due to the burning alcohol making her stomach uncomfortable, Chloe lay paralyzed on the bed unable to sleep peacefully.
During the drive back, she constantly tossed and turned, changing positions, occasionally her small mouth groaning and grunting a few times in dissatisfaction.
Julian incredibly cherishingly, gently placed Chloe down to sink into the King-size bed.
The fragile spaghetti straps of the tight black silk dress on her body, due to friction, had slipped off her slender bare shoulders.
This exposed, seductive, unguarded demeanor made the man’s Adam’s apple dry and slightly constrict.
He closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh full of suppression.
He stood up straight, decisively reaching up to tear off his tightly knotted tie and throwing it to the floor.
He slowly, unhurriedly unbuttoned his branded shirt one by one.
Intending to prepare to change into comfortable silk loungewear before getting a warm towel to wipe and clean up, serving that filthy little drunkard for a bit.
Unexpectedly, spiritual matters are not to be joked about; Chloe, who just now seemed clinically dead lying still and sound asleep there, suddenly rolled over and clumsily sat straight up.
Astonished by the resurrection, he startled and turned around.
Striking his eyes, he immediately saw Chloe staring fixedly at him like she was possessed, with a hungry, unblinking gaze.
Confidently raising his thick eyebrows, Julian, instead of being flustered, played a psychological game, directly stripping off the sweat-soaked shirt on his upper body.
He showed off his burly six-pack physique, generously spreading his arms, letting his wife freely gaze and check out the goods to her eyes’ content.
But Chloe’s reaction was beyond prediction; she still maintained a stiff-as-a-statue expression, apathetically staring blankly at him.