Chapter 920 Tighter
One drink follows another.
Sitting amidst the noise, Natalie was drinking quietly while trying to suppress the longing she felt for Samuel.
It isn’t fair. Why is he allowed to discuss marriage with Luna in Greenview while I’m stuck here thinking of him?
When she recalled how Samuel risked his life repeatedly for her and all the sacrifices he had made, she realized that the harder she tried to forget, the more vivid those memories became.
“That jerk… This pisses me off!” Natalie mumbled with her eyes narrowed.
After finishing her drink, she ordered three more with a wave of her dainty hand.
Noticing how pretty Natalie was and the fact that she had drunk her cheeks red, the stall vendor reminded her, “Miss, you look a little tipsy. Do you want to tone down on the alcohol?”
“No.” Natalie looked up and flailed her hand. “I’m not drunk.”
Upon hearing her answer, the vendor had no choice but to serve her another three beers.
Once she downed them all, Natalie felt the alcohol’s effect kick in. She then sprawled on the table before drifting into sleep.
Meanwhile, Samuel, who was observing her close by, took off his mask once he was certain that she was knocked out. He proceeded to settle the bill on her behalf before carrying her on his back.
While he was doing so, his actions jolted her awake. After stretching herself subconsciously, she snorted to express her displeasure.
Nonetheless, the familiar warmth and scent of Samuel’s body prevented her from fully waking up. As he gave her a piggyback ride, her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
Just like that, he carried her into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Jesper, seated in the driver’s seat, threw both of them a glance. No longer surprised by the sight, he routinely wound up the screen in between the two sections to give them their privacy.
Samuel then placed her in his arms before letting her head rest on his chest.
She never fails to make one worry, as drinking without restraint by herself is just inviting trouble. Does she assume that I’ll always appear to save her?
He had wanted to teach her a lesson so that she would learn how to be more vigilant.
But in the end, he realized he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Giving her a cautious embrace, Samuel let out a sigh. The emotions that filled him were so complex that he couldn’t discern any of them. It wasn’t lost upon him that he was tip-toeing dangerously on the edge of discovery. In the event she woke up halfway, his disguise would be exposed.
Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and allowing his lips to fall upon hers.
His initial intent was to stop after getting a taste. But the moment their lips made contact, he craved for more.
Suddenly, Natalie opened her dreamy eyes, allowing Samuel’s face to come into view.
“S-Samuel…”
Her words caused him to freeze.
It did cross his mind that she would wake up, but he didn’t expect it to actually happen. What should I tell her if she demands to know why I lied? Should I continue making excuses, or should I just tell her the truth that my days are numbered?
Samuel’s lips pursed, and his pupils constricted as the question tormented him.
Just when he was torn over the issue, Natalie closed her eyes again and broke into a self-deprecating pout. “I… I must be drunk to be hallucinating that he’s right in front of me.”
As her words echoed through his mind, Samuel couldn’t help but feel a squeeze in his heart while throwing her a gut-wrenching look.
After hearing her bare her soul under the influence of alcohol, he wondered if he should feel delighted or disappointed.
Staring at her sleeping face, Samuel was mesmerized by it for a long while. But in the end, he put his mask back on and reverted to his character—Xander York, the man who had his face burnt in a fire.
Lacking the courage to go further with Natalie, he simply tightened his embrace over her.
