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A Rose 452
A Rose 452
Adam’s impatience was evident. Before he could finish speaking, however, he saw Yvette walking toward him with a first–aid kit in hand.
His expression froze, and he quickly cleared his throat, changing his tone. “Even small injuries need to be treated
so that they will heal faster.”
The team members exchanged glances, surprised by how quickly Adam’s demeanor shifted.
Meanwhile, the manager of Royal Pavilion was already waiting at the entrance. As soon as he spotted Jacob–having received the news–he approached Jacob respectfully.
“Mr. Murray.”
Jacob shot him a glare, his commanding presence sending a chill down the manager’s spine.
“Which private room is she in?”
“Ms. Smith is in Room 403. Mr. Murray, I ensured no one approached Ms. Smith before you arrived, just as you instructed.”
Jacob nodded and strode purposefully toward Room 403. As he pushed the door open, a strong smell of alcohol hit him, causing him to frown instinctively.
When Jacob saw Nancy sprawled on the couch completely intoxicated, he stepped inside without a hint of disgust.
“Why did you drink so much?” Jacob furrowed his brows, ready to scold Nancy. But as he heard her groan in discomfort, he hesitated.
“Ugh… I feel so dizzy… Don’t move…”
Seeing her in such a state made Jacob’s heart soften, and he found it hard to say anything harsh.
“You’re not allowed to drink so much next time.” Jacob sighed before reaching out to help her up. “Nance, be good. I’ll take you home.”
“I don’t want to go home. I want to keep drinking,” Nancy mumbled.
She was intoxicated and couldn’t hear Jacob. She started throwing a tantrum, waved her arms, and reached for the wine glass on the table again.
Jacob felt a pounding headache coming on. He never expected the usually sweet and obedient Nancy to be such a handful when drunk.
“I want to drink until morning. Bring me another dozen drinks,” Nancy slurred, reaching wildly for her glass. Before she could grab it, Jacob reached out–ignoring her struggles–and scooped her up effortlessly in his arms. He then strode out of the club without a second thought.
The manager was shocked as he watched the scene unfold. Jacob usually despised noisy scenes, yet despite Nancy’s antics, he hadn’t abandoned her. It was clear she held a special place in his heart.
“Sit still. I’m taking you home.” As soon as Jacob carried Nancy into the car, she began to act up again. “You bad man. I’ll bite you.” Nancy was clearly drunk as she clumsily fumbled at his shirt with her hands. “Why are you biting me and tugging at my clothes?” Jacob couldn’t help but laugh. His slender fingers gently caught her wandering hands. His deep, magnetic voice held a mix of exasperation and indulgence
that even he hadn’t noticed.
“Nance, just where do you think you’re biting?”
“Your abs!” Nancy mumbled, her thoughts muddled by the alcohol. She buried her face against his chest, nuzzling into his firm chest through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“I’m going to leave my bite marks all over your abs…”
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