Novel Square
Chapter 1763
Hartwell suggested, “How about you drive Blair to my place?”
Joslyn tugged at Hartwell’s sleeve.
“What does Blair think?”
Blair struggled to open her eyes.
“Muh-my place,” she slurred. She was so tired and drunk she could barely manage speech.
Hartwell still wanted to say something, but Joslyn nudged him. They could stay there all night arguing, or just let them go.
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Although the other guys in the room didn’t want to Let Joslyn and Blair leave, they didn’t speak up. Hartwell and Wesley were pretty domineering, and it was not the time to get in between them when they were butting heads. They watched as Wesley left the room, holding Blair in his arms. Joslyn and Hartwell decided to take off as well.
The moment the four of them were out of sight, the rest began to gossip among themselves.
“So Blair does have a boyfriend.”
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“No wonder she’s not interested in us. Must have a thing for guys in uniforms.”
They looked at each other and then raised their glasses, looking forward to the burn of the alcohol in their throats and the numbness to follow.
The moment Hartwell was out of sight, Blair reached out her arms and cradled Wesley’s neck.
“I’m so happy, Wesley,” she said cheerfully
Nothing made her happier than Wesley volunteering to pick her up
Wesley, however, just thought she was happy because she was rip-roaring drunk.
“Okay. Maybe you shouldn’t drink like this,” he said.
“It’s bad for you.”
If he was going to pick her up when she was drunk, then she’d gladly get plastered every night.
Smiling from ear to ear, she stayed comfortably in his arms like a docile sheep while he walked towards the parking Lot. Her ear was close to his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat.
Wesley thought she might be asleep, so he pulled the door of his car open and was about to put her in the back seat so that she could Lie there.
Blair, however, refused to unfasten her arms from around his neck.
“I don’t want to sit in the back,” she mumbled drunkenly.
“I wanna sit next to you.” The bratty charm was obvious in her voice, as if you could see it. His breathing came in short gasps. He was getting annoyed and turned on all at the same time.
He had to close the door with his foot and set her down in the passenger seat.