Gluey Love Between Us

Chapter 2310

Sitting by the bed, Henrick drank in her sleeping face quietly.

Even in repose, Alice was still feeling ill at ease. From time to time, she would frown and sleep-talk, but Henrick couldn't make out what she was saying.

But after a while, she slipped deeper peacefully into her sleep again.

Josue sent a message notifying him that Kylie had already been sent home safely.

As for Mr. Poplar, he had been investigated along with his accomplice.

Being reminded of the night's incident would only bring gloom to Henrick. When he was on the way to pick Alice up, he had been bombarding her with calls only to be greeted by the voicemail system.

Thinking that Alice had brought Lane with her, he gave Lane a call. Only then did he know that Alice had brought Kylie with her for a dinner party doubling as a networking function.

Question after question asked to Lane led him to be privy to the fact that Alice's company was working with Mr. Poplar, a representative from a company overseas.

After Lane had given Henrick the name, he called Uncle Anson, who was well-versed in the market price of the industry.

Coincidentally, Anson knew this Mr. Poplar: he was an old man who employed dishonest means with no dent to his conscience.

His modus operandi was forging a partnership with new companies and introducing women to them during social activities. This was killing two birds with one stone.

Hearing that, Henrick's anxiety had been stretched to its seam. Alice had told him the location of the restaurant, but she had not told him which private room it was. Though there was a front desk for registration purposes, there was no name to be seen. He could only search the private rooms one by one.

He stumbled upon the private room where she was, only to see the perverted man roaming his hand all over her. At that time, his anger had reached a point where it would only be appeased by shedding the man's blood.

If Josue hadn't persuaded him to punish them according to the law, he would have smashed a beer bottle over the man's head.

Recalling the whole event plunged Henrick into a fresh rage.

When it was two o'clock in the morning, Alice was deep into her sleep. Henrick then went to rest on the sofa outside. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The sofa was wide enough for him to lie on it alone.

Staring at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, Henrick curved his lips, thinking what a godsend bliss it was to live under the same roof as Allie!

At the same time, he felt a stab of guilt. How sad was it that she was pregnant and gave birth to a baby, all by herself?

He dozed off unconsciously under the thick veil of self-blame.

"Ah..." It was not until the next morning that a scream came and jerked him out of sleep.

Henrick suddenly sat up. When he heard the sound coming from the inner room, he ran in quickly without even putting on his shoes.

"Allie, what's wrong?"

Hearing Henrick's voice, Alice suddenly looked up at him and breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

Fortunately, it was Henrick.

She asked, her voice dripping with urgency, "Henrick, why am I in the hotel? And in the same room as you?"

His mind blanked at her question. He couldn't bring himself to answer it when he thought of how intoxicated she had been the night before.

Alice lowered her head and saw that she wasn't wearing her own clothes. Her heart skipped a beat. "Ah... Henrick, what's wrong with my clothes? Did you change them for me?"

Alice looked at him in shock. If he had helped her change clothes, wouldn't he have seen everything? She had been so drunk last night that she had blacked out. She still couldn't recall what happened.

She only remembered that the man was desperately trying to chug her with wine. In the end, she seemed to have been taken away by Henrick. Try as she might, any snatches of the eventful night only fell through the cracks of her memory.

After she got drunk, she had to slowly recall what had happened the night before.

Henrick comforted her in a soft voice, "Allie, don't get too worked up, and don't be angry. I got two waitresses to help you change your clothes. You were so drunk last night that you didn't want to go home, I could only bring you here. They bathed you and they changed your clothes. You don't have to worry about me. I haven't seen anything. I slept outside all night."

Alice was speechless as she mulled over the degree of idiocy this man could reach.

Even if he had said that he had changed her clothes, she would not have done anything to him.

What could she do, she thought ruefully, when she liked him this much?

If he hadn't appeared last night, things would have been different now.

"Allie, do you have a headache? I'll ask Josue to bring you some hangover pills to sober up. He should be here soon. If you feel uncomfortable, lie down and rest for a while. I'll wake you up when Josue comes."

Alice nodded. This hangover was killing her. She lay down slowly and looked up. The man's expression was the furthest thing from lovely, and his hair was a little messy, but it didn't affect his peerless beauty.

"Henrick, didn't you sleep all night last night?" She was worried that his body could not take it anymore.

Henrick smiled and shook his head. "It's okay. I slept for a while." His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Oh! Then I'll sleep for a while. You should go back to sleep and then tell me what happened last night."

Henrick was speechless. It was hard to relate the whole story to her.

Thinking of it now tickled his funny bone. "Allie, you don't have to work so hard. After you take over the company, you will be more relaxed than now." Henrick wanted to persuade her not to spread herself too thin.

Alice understood what he meant. After thinking for a while, she said, "Henrick, my father is still young, and there are still many years before he can retire. If we have dreams, we can't choose to live a comfortable life at this age. We must toil away for dreams so that we can inherit the family business in peace."

Henrick also understood this, so he stopped trying to persuade her. "Have a good rest!"

After that, he turned around and went out.

Alice was puzzled.

Why did he leave?

No, she had to lie down and think about what happened the night before.

She muttered under her breath, "Speaking of which, did Kylie get home safe and sound last night?"

Picking up her phone, she sent a message to Kylie, asking her how she went back.

Kylie quickly replied to her message and told her what happened.

Alice looked at it, and the memory in her mind slowly refreshed.

Her eyes grew bigger and bigger, her face paling little by little.

"Henrick, that tree has been moving. Make that tree stop. It's moving around and making it difficult for me to walk."

"Henrick, I'll let you in on a little secret. But don't tell Henrick..."

"Henrick, I like your kiss very much. I like the feeling of you hugging me..."

"Ah..." Alice screamed and covered herself with the quilt, too ashamed to see anyone.

She was too bummed out with herself. How could she do such a thing after she got drunk?

Henrick rushed in to hear Alice in the quilt making a smattering of "ah" sound.

He was stunned. He didn't even need to think to know what was wrong with Alice: she must have recalled what had happened last night.

"Allie." He walked over and sat by the bed with a smile. Looking at the bulging quilt, his smile grew wider and wider, despite himself.

Alice slowly poked her head out of the quilt and glanced at the all-smiles Henrick.

"Humph! What are you laughing at?" Her looks could kill.

With the whirling of "How embarrassing!" in her mind, she swore never to touch a drop of alcohol in the future, tout court.