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The man speakingughed so hard he nearly toppled over, while the only one still sober, Janice, had already gone ghost–white.
Damn it<i>! </i>
<i>Was </i><i>this </i><i>idiot </i><i>trying </i><i>to </i><i>lose </i><i>his </i><i>job</i><i>? </i><i>Flirting </i>with <i>disaster </i><i>like </i><i>that</i><i>! </i>
She quickly checked the two key figures, anxious about how they’d take it.
Dawn was clearly drunk; her face was flushed, eyelids were heavy, and she was swaying as if fighting to stay conscious. Ethan had his arm restingzily behind her, ready to steady her if she tipped.
Then suddenly, the whole ce went quiet.
Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, waiting for his response.
“Me and her … ‘
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His deep voice sliced through the silence, and everyone instinctively leaned closer.
The glow of the nearbymp carved out Ethan’s striking features, each one sharp and defined. He shifted his gaze to the woman next to him, his eyes so gentle they almost radiated warmth.
“She lives next door. I’ve watched her since she was a kid.”
The second he finished, the group erupted with rowdy cheers.
The crowd let out a wave of relief. So Mr. Jackson wasn’t as cold as he looked.
That only encouraged bolder teasing.
“So that’s why! No wonder you two are always close. Honestly, you’re perfect together.”
“Exactly! Mr. Jackson and Dawn are a match made in heaven!”
Yvonne, stered and wobbling, nodded with exaggerated seriousness. “Of course! From the day Dawn joined, I thought so. Only Mr. Jackson fits her.”
Ethan’s brow arched, and he gave her a slow look.
Thepliments kept piling on, but Dawn barely reacted.
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To her, everything was just noise, buzzing like static in her head, as if insects were crawling through her mind. She leaned against the post, murmuring with a sleepy slur, “I wanna sleep … Can we go to bed now?”
Nobody spoke.
Another silence.
It was like someone hit pause on the whole room.
She spoke softly, yet somehow everyone in the room heard her.
Only Ethan stayedposed. He cupped her cheek as her face rested perfectly in his palm.
He looked around at the stunned group and said in his usual calm way, “She’s had too much. I’ll take her home. You all keep celebrating. Take tomorrow off, and this month the design team’s getting double bonuses.”
With that, he gathered Dawn into his arms, carried her down the corridor, and stepped into the elevator. <fncf53> This text is hosted at find?novel</fncf53>
She drifted in and out of consciousness, muttering.
“Wait!”
Ethan looked down at her. Eyes closed, she raised a hand as if to stop him.
“What is it, Dawn?”
“Don’t move.”
Her drunken, husky voice carried an odd sweetness. “My drink’s gonna spill. Stop shaking me.”
Ethan was speechless.
The elevator doors slid open on the third floor.
He studied her, chuckling softly as they walked out. “So where’s your drink?”
“Right here.”
She hugged her head. “I’m a cup, and if you move me around, I’ll spill everything.”
Ethan let out a helplessugh, shook his head, swiped the card, and pushed the door open with his shoulder. He set her gently on the bed, brushing stray strands of hair behind her ear.
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“So, my little cup, can you sit still for a moment? I’ll get some water to clean you up.”
Dawn’s eyes
fluttered open, cheeks glowing crimson under the light.
She whispered, “Come back soon.”
“Of course.”
He propped up her pillow, making herfortable, then went to fetch water.
When he returned three minutester, he froze in the doorway.
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She was still cross–legged on the bed butpletely undressed. Her skin gleamed like ivory, her dark hair spilling wildly around her shoulders, and her tipsy, innocent gaze was pure temptation.
A sudden fire surged in him, his eyes darkening, throat tightening as he swallowed hard.
Clueless, Dawn lifted her arms toward him, her look unguarded and soft.
“If you don’t hold me, I’ll spill everything.”
He remained silent.
His jaw clenched, veins pulsing at his temple as he fought for control. He inhaled sharply, turned away, and grabbed a set of pajamas from the rack.
His voice came out rough. “Put these on.”
“It’s too hot.”
Momentster, the air conditioner was set lower.
It was Dawn’s first time this drunk, and Ethan walked away certain of one thing. Alcohol was something she should never touch again.