CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: VICTORIA, KISS ME

Victoria Sinclair wanted to grab some juice.

"Why juice?" one of the male superiors chuckled, "Drinking alcohol shows sincerity."

Eugene Vaughn had advised her not to drink alcohol.

But at this moment, it was hard for her to refuse, after all, men have their own table culture, in their worldview, alcohol is the greatest gesture of respect.

The superior handed Victoria Sinclair a small glass of Maotai, it seemed like just one sip, not too much.

She caught the small glass, respectfully clinked it with the dean’s glass, and politely downed it in one go.

She underestimated this one sip of alcohol.

Though mellow and smooth, it burned her throat like wildfire, with a powerful kick.

After the sip went down, even her stomach felt warm.

She squinted her eyes, trying hard to endure the fiery aftertaste.

Her expressions were simply too adorable, and being the youngest and prettiest woman present, the older folks affectionately wanted to share a drink with her.

Other superiors filled her small glass again and said, "Healthcare Biotech can also submit some materials and medicines to our hospital, maybe they can pass our drug committee’s screening and join the new bidding round."

Feeling so taken care of, Victoria Sinclair was very grateful, holding the drink, she respectfully finished it first.

After Eugene Vaughn finished talking with the old dean, he turned around to see Victoria Sinclair drinking with several deans over there.

Eugene hurriedly put down his empty glass, walked over, embraced Victoria Sinclair’s slender waist, took away the drink from her hand, and apologized to everyone.

"My wife can’t handle her liquor, I’ll drink on her behalf."

Everyone there was from the esteemed medical community with high morals and would not intentionally make things difficult or purposely push her to drink.

They happily drank the glass with Eugene and then returned to their seats to continue eating.

Director Qin noticed Eugene’s concern, "Don’t worry, your wife only had four or five sips from that small Maotai glass."

Eugene nodded with a warm smile, leading Victoria Sinclair back to her seat.

He seemed calm, but his eyes already held a deep darkness, gazing at Victoria Sinclair’s flushed cheeks, he gently said, "This drink is 53% alcohol."

Victoria Sinclair felt like her body was burning, with a wave of heat spreading internally, but her mind was still fairly clear, she said softly, "I’m really okay."

"Your face turned bright red instantly, and you still say you’re okay?" Eugene smiled helplessly.

Victoria Sinclair also felt hot, she faced Eugene, resting her hands and chin on his arm, leaning towards him.

Eugene’s body slightly tensed, his gaze fell on her hands, then slowly moved to her flushed cheeks, his gaze warm, looking into her clear and moist eyes, his breath grew hot.

She’s bold enough to get close to him like this, and still claim she’s fine?

Victoria Sinclair’s gentle voice carried a hint of excitement as she murmured, "Several deans are willing to let my drug be screened by the drug committee, then I have a chance to participate in the hospital’s drug bidding, I’m so happy I had to toast with the deans."

Eugene gently patted her head with the other hand, "These are just standard procedures, not necessarily successful."

"I know." Victoria Sinclair rested her face on his arm, closing her heated eyes, softly sighing, "Without you bringing me here to meet them, my drug wouldn’t even cross the hospital’s threshold, let alone compete fairly with other pharmaceutical companies."

"Not nervous anymore?"

The alcohol slowly took effect, Victoria Sinclair appeared somewhat tired, her mind also started to heat up, her cheek pressed against Eugene’s solid arm, almost asleep, "Not nervous."

Eugene lowered his arm to make her more comfortable.

Half-drunk, half-awake, Victoria Sinclair mumbled, "At first, I thought you bringing me out to do business was about using connections, I was nervous and uneasy, and very ashamed, but not anymore, my drug entered the hospital through fair means, competing honestly with others."

Eugene’s voice was particularly gentle: "Using connections isn’t your style, Victoria Sinclair."

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By the time they returned home, it was already 9 PM.

Eugene unlocked the door, helping the drunken Victoria Sinclair into the foyer, pulling out a leather stool from below the cabinet, and seating her on it.

Eugene knelt on one knee, took out her slippers, reaching to remove her white casual shoes.

Victoria quickly retracted her foot, avoiding his touch, her voice slurred and soft due to the alcohol, "I’ll change myself, I’m not drunk, don’t touch me..."

She bent down, her voice trailing off lazily, "My shoes are dirty..."

Eugene froze for a few seconds, put on his own slippers, turned, and closed the door.

When he turned back, Victoria Sinclair had already changed her shoes and entered the living room with unsteady steps, flopping onto the sofa.

Eugene placed her shoes and his own into the shoe cabinet, pressing the disinfection button.

Entering the living room, he took off his jacket, first went into the room to wash his hands, and then came out with a disinfectant wipe.

Eugene sat on the sofa, pulling the slumped Victoria Sinclair to lean on his shoulder. Looking at her flushed face, he couldn’t help but smile warmly, gently wiping her hand.

"Let’s skip the bath tonight, take it in the morning?" Eugene gently wiped her fair fingers, advising softly.

Victoria Sinclair leaned against the sofa, gazing at him with half-closed, dreamy eyes, asking lazily, "Why?"

"I’m worried you might drown in the bathtub."

Victoria giggled, her soft and powerless hand flicking lightly like a willow twig, "I’m not drunk."

Eugene caught her other hand, switched to another clean disinfectant wipe, and continued wiping.

"I’ll soak your feet later, you should sleep early," Eugene looked down at her hand, his actions gentle and his tone light, "You’re really not good with alcohol, don’t drink anymore."

"Okay." Victoria Sinclair responded obediently, standing up, walking unsteadily forward.

Eugene looked up at her, "Where are you going?"

"Going to bed," Victoria Sinclair answered drunkenly.

"Come back."

Victoria Sinclair turned back, standing at Eugene’s feet like a good student, her body soft, about to fall, her gaze clear and charming, captivating and alluring.

"I’ll bring a basin of water for your feet, you sit down first." As Eugene was about to get up, Victoria Sinclair turned and sat down.

He didn’t expect Victoria Sinclair to sit directly on his lap, her soft and plump body leaning back into his chest, burying her face into his shoulder.

A faint fragrance drifted into his nose.

His body stiffened, naturally wrapping his arms around Victoria Sinclair, leaning back into the sofa, his pupils slightly trembling, his entire body tense, his chest heaving violently.

In an instant, Eugene’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, his voice turned hoarse and deep, "Victoria, I told you to sit on the sofa, not on my lap."

Victoria Sinclair lifted her head from his shoulder, her cheeks blushed like rouge on her fair skin, especially vivid.

Her gaze drifted, breathing lightly and warmly, with a soft, tender tone that was heart-melting, murmuring, "Sorry, not your lap, sitting on the sofa."

She propped herself up on Eugene’s shoulders, slowly rising.

Suddenly!

Eugene’s large hand gripped her soft waist, pressing her back down onto his lap, swallowing dryly with a hoarse, intense voice, "It’s okay, you can sit on my lap."

Victoria Sinclair struggled to open her heavy eyelids, with a hint of confusion in her voice, "Where... do you want me to sit... exactly?"

Eugene’s hand on her waist slowly tightened, pulling her closer, his heated gaze like molten lava directly locked onto her beautiful face, feeling parched and speechless.

Victoria Sinclair’s drunken appearance was so adorable it made him want to bite her.

Eugene’s chest rose violently, his lips and tongue growing parched, his breathing rough and chaotic.

Like having an intense inner battle, he lifted a hand to hook Victoria Sinclair’s nape, gently pulling her closer, his voice turning hoarse and barely audible, "Victoria, kiss me."