Chapter 1417
Chapter 1417:
A moment later, she turned to stare out the window. With a puzzled look, she asked, “What kind of food stall are we going to p>
Dunn hadn’t expected Margo to be this drunk. He quickly brought her to his villa, where she began acting like a spoiled child. Still seated in the car, she stretched her arms toward him.
“Hug me,” she demanded.
Dunn lifted her into his arms. Looking at the villa ahead, Margo tilted her head and said in admiration, “This food stall is so beautiful. How did you find it p>
“This is my house,” Dunn said, looking at her with helpless amusement.
Margo stared at him in astonishment. “Doesn’t your family run a company? Since when did you set up a food stall p>
Dunn couldn’t help smiling at her.
After placing Margo on the sofa, he started searching for hangover medicine. Meanwhile, Margo sat upright, seriously considering what she should “order” from the so-called food stall.
“Boss, I want roast fish,” Margo declared.
Dunn returned with a glass of water and the medicine. Nodding, he said, “Alright. Take the medicine first. We can go get roast fish later p>
But Margo shoved his hand away and shook her head. “I’m here for the fish, not medicine p>
“Baby, you’re a little drunk,” Dunn said in a gentle, soothing tone. “Listen, this will make you feel better. Then you can rest p>
“I’m not drunk,” Margo pouted, sounding wronged. She leaned closer and whispered, “Dunn p>
“Then how can you prove you’re not drunk?” Dunn asked, intending to coax her into taking the medicine.
Instead, Margo leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
The smell of alcohol on Margo’s breath made Dunn frown. He lifted a hand and lightly touched her shoulder, but she clung to him, refusing to let go.
“Margo…” he sighed, trying to calm her.
The air between them suddenly turned hazy. Their mingled breaths made heat creep into Margo’s cheeks. She looked up at Dunn, and her eyes shimmered with moisture.
Dunn’s voice dropped, low and husky. He stared at her with a dangerous intensity and said slowly, “You’re drunk, Margo p>
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Margo’s lips. She reached up, caught his collar, and pulled him closer.
“No, I’m not,” she insisted.
Her fingertips toyed with the skin at Dunn’s neck, then traced a flirtatious path down the front of his expensive black shirt.
Catching her restless fingers, Dunn demanded, “Do you know what you’re doing p>
In a sweet, steady voice, Margo murmured into his ear, “Dunn, I already told you I’m not drunk p>
As she spoke, she brushed her lips lightly against his ear.