In Yancy Hastings’s world, n could be a bit crude and careless; however, won were expected to be well-mannered, sophisticated, and cultured.
Such an outright chauvinist he was.
"Uh... Hawkeye, what’s this..."
The deputy captain couldn’t quite accept it. If the two didn’t have any relationship, what in the devil was all that just now?
Could it be that the captain’s male hormones were running wild, and he’d actually molested her?
"A crazy woman who’s drunk. Don’t worry about her."
Since the deputy captain had co out, it indicated they were wrapping things up. Those people must have left through the back door.
"Wrap it up!"
With a furious roar, Yancy Hastings grabbed his gun and stord out of the room. Today was so damn unlucky; even on a mission, he could run into this jinx. He just could not tolerate it any longer.
"But Hawkeye..."
The deputy captain pointed at the woman who had collapsed on the sofa and was fast asleep, kindly reminding him.
Yancy Hastings turned his head and looked at Fiona Sutton. He hesitated for a whole minute, finally sighed, then walked over and picked her up.
"You guys head back first."
After saying that, Yancy Hastings left, carrying Fiona Sutton.
He must have owed her from a past life. It wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to leave her here; he was just afraid sothing unpleasant might happen to her if he did. Damn it, his brain must have a screw loose.
...
「The next day—」
The sunlight stread through the window, illuminating the huge bed. Fiona Sutton rubbed her forehead; her hangover was giving her a splitting headache.
Damn, it seed she drank a lot of alcohol. Last night... That’s right, she got drunk last night, and then the "knife-wielding guard" showed up.
Fiona Sutton imdiately sobered up and looked around. The room was unfamiliar.
"Anyone...?"
She’d only managed to get out the first word when she saw Yancy Hastings walking out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. She froze for a mont, then the last word, "...here?" escaped her lips softly.
It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her.
Shit! Why was Yancy Hastings here? Had she missed sothing?
"Why are you here?" Fiona Sutton’s eyes widened as the question slipped out.
"I’ve been here all along."
Yancy Hastings casually wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel. His bathrobe only covered the essential parts, its belt loosely knotted at his waist. His robe hung open, revealing honey-toned skin glistening with water droplets. Further down, his well-defined eight-pack abs were on display.
"OOH!" Fiona Sutton reached out and wiped her nose. Damn, his physique is amazing! What a soldier... If only this person wasn’t Yancy Hastings. Wait, sothing’s not right. Her mind shouldn’t be fixated on this right now!
Fiona Sutton vigorously shook her head, trying to dispel those inappropriate thoughts.
"Where is this?"
"A hotel."
Yancy Hastings frowned. Last night was utterly mortifying. Showing up in his camouflage suit, carrying a drunken woman to get a room... he’d probably never forget the look the hotel receptionist gave him for the rest of his life.
"You got us a room?" Fiona Sutton’s voice instantly shot up, her face a mask of disbelief. This is going to kill ! She hadn’t been taken advantage of, had she?
She imdiately lifted a corner of the blanket and took a deep breath. No, no, she definitely wouldn’t have been stripped...
But...
Damn it!
"Yancy Hastings, you classless bastard! I’m going to tear you apart!" Fiona Sutton exploded with fury. Wrapping the blanket around herself, she jumped off the bed and lunged at him with a kick.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Yancy Hastings was stunned for a mont, then bellowed in rage.
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