Chapter <b>114 </b>
Charlotte’s drunken voice was soft and sweet<b>, </b>each word curling at the end like a little wave–syrupy, teasing, impossible to resist.
Sean’s body went rigid.
It felt like a me shot through him.
From down below, Jenny’s eyes lit up. She held up her phone, filming like her life depended on it. Excitedly, she elbowed the colleague next to her. “This is it. It’s real. The ship is real. We’re back in business<b>!</b><b>” </b>
She was a total inte junkie and always loaded with meme–worthy one–liners<b>. </b>
The coworker nodded vigorously. “They’re perfect. Seriously. A power couple. I’ll die happy now if it’s for them<b>.</b><b>” </b>
At the back of the room, Ian smacked a hand to his forehead like he couldn’t believe what he <b>was </b>witnessing. “God, I’m so dumb. I actually followed them here just to third–wheel this public love fest. I must be starving for attention.”
Sean<b>, </bpletely stunned by Charlotte calling him <b>“</b>husband” twice in a row, stood there frozen for a full ten seconds before he finally moved to get her off the
stage<b>. </b>
He scooped her up in a bridal carry and started walking off.
Charlotte instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his chest <b>as </b>she tilted her head back to
<b>look </b>
at him. Her <b>eyes </b>sparkled in a dazed, lovestruck
<b>way</b><b>. </b>
“How is he so good–looking? Like he walked straight out of <b>a </bic <b>book</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>she thought.
She stared at him in awe, drunk andpletely smitten<b>, </b>then suddenly blurted, “Come home with me tonight. I’m rich. I’ll pay <b>you </b>whatever <b>you </b>want–hehe.”
Sean happened to <b>be </b>walking pastn when she said it.
Ian immediately lost it.
<b>“</b>OH MY GOD–did you just try to <b>pay </b>him like he’s <b>a </b>gigolo?” he <b>roared </b>withughter.
Sean shot him a deadly re, <b>eyes </b>sharp enough to slice ss.
lips </b>and raised his hands innocently like, <b>“</b><b>I </b>said nothing, sir.”
Before <b>Sean </b><b>could </b><b>say </b>a word, Charlotte looked up at him with <b>the </b>most adorable<b>, </b>clueless grin and <b>added</b><b>, </b><b>“</b>Come on<b>… </b>name your price.”
<b>Even </b>Jordan, who rarely cracked a smile, couldn’t hold back <b>a </bugh.
Ian had to <b>cover </b>his mouth to keep from choking on hisughter. His shoulders were shaking as he <b>crept </b>behind Sean and pulled out his phone to <b>secretly </b>record. This was gold<b>, </b>absolutely <b>top</b>–tier content. He was saving this for New Year’s Eve<b>. </b>
Sean’s face was stormy as he looked down at the girl in his arms. His <b>voice </b><b>came </b><b>out </b>low and tight<b>, </b>like <b>it </b><b>was </b>being forced through clenched <b>teeth</b>. <b>“</b>Charlotte Riley. Who taught <b>you </b><b>to </b><b>say </b>stuff like that?”
Charlotte blinked up at him, a little startled by his tone. Her lips puckered into <b>a </b><b>pout</b>. “<b>If </b>you don’t want to<b>, </b>then don’t. No need to yell at me…”
<b>Her </b><b>body </b><b>was </b>soft and warn in his arms<b>, </bpletely <b>rxed</b>, and her <b>voice </b>was sticky<b>–</b>sweet and <b>delicate</b><b>. </b>Sean had absolutely no defense against it. <b>Whatever </b>anger he had faded in seconds.
<b>“</b>Gimme a kiss,” she whispered, still drunk, as she tightened her grip around his neck and tried to lift herself up closer.
Sean froze.
, </b>Jordan, and Jenny all stated wide<b>–</b>eyed<b>, </bpletely hooked on the scene unfolding in front of them.
Charlotte, in her right mind, would never dare pull something like this in public.
Even Sean looked stunned.
Drunk Charlotte <b>was </b>so forward, so clingy. It felt like he <b>was </b>meeting a whole different version <b>of </b>her. And it stirred something unfamiliar but overwhelming in <b>hirp </b>
“Just one kiss…” she mumbled again, her flushed <b>face </b>leaning up toward his, her cheek brushing his.
Her <b>breath </b>was warm against his skin, and it sent a jolt of heat surging through him. His heart pounded wildly, his body practically buzzing<b>, </b>and for a second, even his knees felt weak
He clenched his jaw<b>, </b>struggling to hold himself together. He turned his <b>face </b>slightly to avoid looking at her. Iter pretty, wine–flushed cheeks were far too dangerous.
“Lottie,<b>” </b>he muttered, volce rough<b>, </b>“stop messing around.”