When they left the bar, it was almost midnight. Willow Lancaster refused to go ho, crying as she said that it wasn’t her ho. If it weren’t for her background, her father wouldn’t have divorced her mother.
Having no choice, Evander Lancaster took her back to his apartnt.
Supporting Willow Lancaster back to the apartnt, she covered her mouth and gagged as soon as they entered. Being a healthcare worker, Evander had a cleanliness obsession and worried she would ss up his territory, so he rushed her to the bathroom without changing his shoes.
Seeing Willow Lancaster kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably, Evander turned his head away in disgust and pinched his nose.
He wanted to leave, but worried Willow would make a ss elsewhere, he had to tolerate his distaste and wait for her to finish.
After she was done, Willow Lancaster supported herself to stand up, turned around, and threw herself into Evander’s arms, crying again.
The alcohol sll from her mouth made Evander turn his face away in disgust. Before he could push her off, Willow already cupped his handso face, kissing him randomly and muttering, "Brother, take , please..."
Willow Lancaster had drunk a lot of beer. She was quite intoxicated. She already liked Evander, and now fueled by alcohol, she was acting crazy, clinging to his handso face and refusing to let go. He moved her left hand away, but her arm hooked around his neck again...
"Willow Lancaster!" Evander was gritting his teeth. Apart from Sophia Hamilton, he hadn’t touched any other woman. Being a man with a cleanliness obsession, it wasn’t just physiological, but psychological as well. Luckily, he and Sophia had never had friends of the opposite sex, and whether holding hands or kissing, it was always with each other.
His phoenix eyes showed seriousness, Evander wished he could strangle the woman in front of him.
"If you keep ssing around, I’ll throw you out to sleep on the street!"
Scolded by Evander, Willow Lancaster felt even more wronged. Her wrist was tightly grasped by Evander as she looked at him with grievances and cried, "Brother, do you hate too..."
Evander felt his brain pounding incessantly. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have taken her out.
Grabbing Willow Lancaster’s wrists with one hand, he rubbed his temple with the other, patiently asking, "Done vomiting? If you’re done, hurry up and rest!"
Willow Lancaster pouted and shook her head. Evander impatiently helped her into the guest room, flicked up the sheets with his big hand, and as soon as he placed her on the bed, her arms were wrapped around his neck again.
Willow Lancaster’s movents were sudden and unguarded, causing Evander to stumble and fall onto her.
The kiss ca unexpectedly, without any order as she bit wherever she could, "Brother... I feel terrible... Please take ..."
"Little brat, you’re asking for trouble!" Evander gritted his teeth in frustration, reaching back to try and separate Willow Lancaster’s arms from his neck. Willow simply resisted him, fingers tightly hooking together refusing to let go.
At that mont, not only was Evander’s neck entwined, his waist was tightly wrapped by Willow’s legs, leaving him defenseless.
To make matters worse, Willow continued kissing his face. Evander’s attempts to dodge had her erratically sucking on his earlobe, like sucking jelly, her tongue stirring, tickling him.
The tingling sensation quickly spread from his earlobe, below the thin jacket clung two soft mounds, tightly held at the waist. Even though Evander didn’t touch won, it didn’t an he had no feelings. Amidst Willow’s chaos, his body began to heat up.
Gritting his teeth, he cursed under his breath, "Really asking for trouble!"
Then he turned Willow Lancaster’s face and pressed his thin lips onto hers.
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