Chapter 89

Scarlett's POV

How is Alexander here? Isn't he supposed to be in Suncrest City?

"Sir... why are you here?" I struggled to make my voice sound less slurred. My brain felt heavy as lead, and my memories were becoming increasingly blurry.

I remembered Luke telling me that Alexander would stay in Suncrest City for a few days to handle the Gray family's business.

"Hmm? If I'm not here, where should I be?" His voice was deep with a nasal tone, elegant yet dangerous.

He leaned toward me, and I could almost feel the heat of his breath. He was smelling my neck, a gesture so natural, as if he had complete ownership of my body. Then, his expression instantly turned to disgust.

"You've had quite a lot to drink tonight, haven't you?"

"Not at all~" I protested defiantly, but accidentally let out a hiccup, completely exposing my intoxicated state.

I held up five fingers toward him, waving them slightly: "Just five glasses... Actually, Sandra doesn't even know that I have an excellent alcohol tolerance. Trying to get me drunk? Dream on!"

I heard myself speaking and found it a bit ridiculous. I was clearly quite drunk, yet still in denial. But at that moment, I was just being willful and unreasonable.

Alexander shook his head helplessly and sighed softly. He reached out and pulled me onto his lap with a clean, swift movement that left no room for resistance.

"Little troublemaker, you're this intoxicated and still dared to call a driver... Aren't you afraid something might happen to you?"

His words sounded in my ear, but my brain was completely numbed by alcohol and couldn't process anything he was saying.

I only felt how warm he was, and I couldn't help but press my burning cheek against his chest, feeling his strong, steady heartbeat. My lips accidentally brushed against his white shirt, leaving a vivid lipstick mark.

Will he be angry? But I feel so comfortable right now, I don't want to move...

"Stop it..." Alexander rubbed his temples, but the corner of his mouth curved slightly upward, revealing a bitter smile.

I vaguely thought that he must be quite tired of my antics. But I really couldn't control myself; the alcohol had made me bold and reckless, doing things I would never do when sober.

"Scarlett?" He called my name several times, his voice growing increasingly stern.

What did he call me? Scarlett? I felt inexplicably irritated.

I swung my fist at him, but couldn't control my strength or direction properly.

He couldn't dodge in time and was lightly scratched on the chin.

Good thing it didn't draw blood, or his hemophilia would act up... The thought flashed through my mind.

"Scarlett Smith!" he lowered his voice, clearly annoyed.

"What is it?" I lazily opened my eyes, finally seeing his face clearly.

Suddenly, I couldn't help but smile: "Alexander... Mr. Gray... Alex... your face is so red."

I blinked my confused eyes, my hand unconsciously reaching out to cup his face. His skin was surprisingly good—smooth, firm, and just the right temperature.

My fingers gently traced his features, and I thought his skin might be better than many women's.

How does he maintain it?

Looking carefully, those male hosts in the private room earlier couldn't compare to him. Not only were they far less attractive, but they kept calling me "Miss Smith," making it obvious they were just playing their parts.

While Alexander standing before me was so handsome that I couldn't take my eyes off him.

A strange impulse surged within me, and I asked that question:

"Alexander, don't you like me?" I pouted, looking at him with innocent eyes full of hurt.

His expression became inscrutable, as if trying to determine whether I was deliberately using my drunken state to act coy with him or if I genuinely had feelings for him.

How could he not understand? How could I possibly say such things when sober?

"No, I don't." He tugged at my collar, narrowing his eyes, which revealed an emotion difficult to interpret.

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over me, instantly deflating me.

"Why not? Aren't I very obedient?" I asked pitifully.

"Yes, you're obedient, but..." Alexander's voice was low and steady, as if he was seriously considering how to answer my question.

I didn't wait for him to finish. I roughly rubbed his angular face and then leaned in to kiss him.

If you don't like me, then I'll make you like me...

However, just as I got closer, my stomach suddenly churned violently, and an uncontrollable nausea instantly rose to my throat.

With a "Wah—" sound, I threw up directly.

Oh my God... how embarrassing...

In my daze, I saw Alexander's temple twitch. He was clearly trying hard to suppress his anger.

He took out his phone and called with an icy voice: "Luke, get over here right now! Immediately!"