Chapter 187 Drunk
She leaned too hard on the table, causing it to tilt for a second. She lost her footing and tumbled straight toward Dylan.
Dylan reached out to catch her, but she was clutching the tablecloth. To avoid the leftovers on the table spilling on them, he rolled his wheelchair far back while pulling her into his arms.
Amelia felt the room spin around her. In the next instant, the wheelchair tipped over. She ended up sitting right on Dylan’s waist.
Dylan was dressed in his usual suit, but now two buttons of his shirt had popped loose, revealing his refined collarbone.
A cold jolt hit her spine, and suddenly, she snapped out of the alcohol.
Just as she tried to scramble up, the door to the private room swung open. Those waiting outside had heard the commotion and came in, worried.
The business partners and Nathan appeared at the doorway. All they saw were beautiful, delicate bowls spilled on the floor. Not far off, the wheelchair toppled over with Amelia straddling Dylan like a wild beast!
Dylan frowned, showing a look of disdain.
The business partners froze, unsure how to react, and only after several seconds did they rush over.
Everyone had been drinking, so they weren’t holding back their words.
“Ms. Summers, this is unacceptable. How could you be so rough?”
“Exactly! You just said you wouldn’t slap Mr. Hale. The way you’re acting makes me think you’re about to ride his face next!”
“Ms. Summers, a lady should be reserved. If Mr. Hale isn’t okay with it, you can’t force him either.”
Amelia’s cheeks turned beet red, and she bolted upright in a panic. But she was so flustered that she didn’t even realize she was still clutching a piece of his shirt.
With a tug, the remaining buttons snapped off with a crisp clatter, scattering across the floor. Dylan frowned again, turning his head aside.
After several seconds, he croaked, “Don’t do this.”
That one sentence was as if he’d confirmed what everyone was assuming–Amelia was shamelessly forcing herself on him.
Nathan grabbed Amelia by the back of her collar. The veins bulged at his temples. Clearly, he was at his breaking point.
“Amelia, and you still claim you don’t have ulterior motives? Shameless, absolutely shameless!”
Even though Nathan disliked her, he rarely spoke this harshly.
Amelia was at a total loss for words!
She saw Dylan quietly pull his shirt together, as if trying to cover his exposed, muscular chest. Crap, now
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she looked even more guilty,
“No. I just had too much to drink”
The business partners, red–faced from drinking, had never seen Mr. Hale in such a vulnerable state. So, the got bolder in speaking their minds.
“Don’t use alcohol as an excuse. We men know how this works. Drunk people don’t have that kind of energy What you’re doing is using liquid courage to act on what you normally wouldn’t dare do sober.
Amelia felt like she’d been slammed with a massive accusation. As she tried to collect herself, she saw Nathan helping Dylan up, righting the fallen wheelchair too. From the looks of it, Dylan really did seem like the victim here.
Amelia pursed her lips together, and before she could stop herself, blurted out, “So… what now? It’s not like can take responsibility for you, right?”
Dylan’s fingers paused slightly, but he said nothing.
The business partners all shook their heads. “To be honest, that’s classic scumbag talk.”
“Exactly. I’d say the same thing when I want to make a clean break from a girl.”
Amelia broke into a cold sweat. She tried to step forward and explain, but Nathan blocked her path. He stood firmly beside her, clearly worried she’d make another move on Dylan.
Amelia looked at Dylan across Nathan’s shoulder.
“Mr. Hale, I swear I didn’t mean it. After three shots, my mind just went blank.”
Dylan was back in his wheelchair now. He turned away from her and still said nothing.
Amelia’s face turned red with anxiety. Then, she saw Nathan had already turned, preparing to wheel Dylan
away.
“Mr. Hale.”
Dylan finally looked up. He’d straightened his clothes again. His eyes were calm. “I know you didn’t mean it.”
Amelia nodded frantically, but for some reason, he looked even more upset.
She stood frozen, watching helplessly as Dylan was wheeled away. The business partners followed suit and left too. The once lively room instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Amelia collapsed onto a chair as the alcohol hit her again, making her stomach churn.
She sat there for ten minutes before/hearing footsteps outside. She thought the staff was coming in to clean up the mess.
But suddenly, the lights dimmed. Before she could adjust to the darkness, she felt someone pull her into a tight embrace. Her back slammed against the wall as a man’s dominating presence overwhelmed her.
She opened her hazy eyes, trying to see who it was. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t see clearly.
