CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 140: SLEEPING WITH HER

The melodious sound of violin playing in Scalinda continued.

Caleb Lockwood sat in his seat.

No one was sitting across from him.

His hair, face, and expensive tailored suit were all wet.

Because someone had thrown a drink at him.

The person who splashed the drink had left in outrage long ago.

Caleb Lockwood wiped his face with a handkerchief and continued dining, his face showing no expression.

At this moment, his phone rang, and the caller ID showed it was Patrick Rhodes.

The basement bar of The Sheridan Grand Hotel.

Caleb Lockwood had just arrived when he saw a tall whiskey tower placed in front of Claire Shaw, with Patrick Rhodes sitting next to her, his expression indicating he was trying to persuade her not to be impulsive.

Not far away, Zachary Aldrin and several other friends were having fun with their female companions, behaving rather inappropriately.

"Brother Lockwood..."

Patrick Rhodes was the first to notice Caleb Lockwood and immediately stood up, pulling Caleb towards Claire Shaw.

"Sis-in-law, Brother Lockwood is here..."

Patrick whispered in Claire’s ear, only to be pushed away by her.

"Who is your sister-in-law? I’m not... your sister-in-law is Serena Jennings, she is your Brother Lockwood’s legally wedded wife... Who am I? Just a fool being played with feelings... First love... what a joke..."

"You’ve had too much to drink."

Caleb Lockwood tried to pull Claire Shaw away, but she shook off his hand.

"Don’t touch me!"

Beside them, Patrick didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

This was the first time he saw Claire Shaw so emotionally agitated with Caleb Lockwood.

But he could understand Claire Shaw.

Because today, the entire internet was abuzz with the explosive news that Serena Jennings was Caleb Lockwood’s wife, which made Claire’s position embarrassingly awkward.

It was inevitable Claire would drown her sorrows in alcohol given her mood.

"Don’t stop me, I want to drink more..."

Claire Shaw seemed to be putting on a drunken act, but she wasn’t actually drunk.

While putting on the act, she secretly observed Caleb Lockwood.

Caleb’s expression wasn’t good, as if he was angry.

But she couldn’t tell if Caleb was angry because of her drunken antics.

Caleb wasn’t in a good mood, and logically, tonight wasn’t suitable to carry out the plan.

However, with the explosive trending news tonight, drowning her sorrows in alcohol seemed the best excuse. Claire didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so she had to take the risky step.

She picked up a glass from the whiskey tower and handed it to Caleb.

"Drink with me."

Caleb took the glass, only to pour the drink out.

"You should go home."

Caleb’s tone and expression were stern.

Claire shrugged with a smile.

"You won’t even have a drink with me anymore... Fine, I’ll drink alone."

Claire picked up another glass, which was quickly snatched by Caleb.

"Fine, I’ll drink with you."

Caleb downed the whiskey in the glass.

A fleeting smile of triumph flashed in Claire’s eyes.

Together, she and Caleb consumed the entire whiskey tower.

"Now that we’ve finished the drinks, let’s go home."

"I don’t want to go home... Not like this..."

Claire’s voice choked up, tears flowing like broken pearls.

Caleb realized that Claire’s parents were also staying at Claire’s home, and going back in such a state wouldn’t be appropriate.

"Patrick, get me a room upstairs."

"Sure, I’ll do it right away."

After Patrick left, Caleb supported Claire as they went up.

Her face buried in Caleb’s shoulder, she couldn’t help but smile.

She specifically chose this place because the hotel above made it convenient to get a room.

The room lit up warmly and invitingly when the key card was inserted.

Caleb placed the drunken Claire on the large bed.

This was a queen-size room, large enough for two adults to sleep together.

Caleb frowned slightly, removing Claire’s shoes and coat.

He didn’t take off any other clothes and turned to leave.

Suddenly, he felt something tightly wrap around his waist—Claire.

"Claire..."

He had just started speaking when he felt Claire undoing his belt.

"Caleb... Caleb, I’m so hot... I’m feeling so uncomfortable..."

Caleb turned around to see Claire kneeling on the bed, her face flushed, her eyes glazed over, her pink lips slightly parted, breathing quickly, restlessly tugging at her own clothes.

Caleb’s eyes widened as he realized what was happening.

Just as he wanted to take out his phone to call Mr. Miller to bring a doctor, he suddenly felt something strange in himself.

Every glass of whiskey from the tower had been drugged by Claire.

Not only did Caleb drink it.

Claire had drunk it as well.

Claire was certain Caleb wouldn’t leave her alone; he would definitely drink with her, and with both drugged, Caleb’s suspicion towards her would lessen, especially since she had invited Patrick and Zachary.

Zachary, notorious for indulging, could have easily mistakenly put something indecent in her drink.

The medication Valerie gave her was specifically concocted, acting slowly but just perfectly timed for them to get a room.

Now, things were proceeding exactly as Claire had planned.

With a flushed face, Claire threw herself into Caleb’s arms.

Her whole body was burning, she could hardly wait any longer.

Tonight, Caleb would definitely be with her!

If everything went well and she got pregnant...

Claire’s mind grew hazy.

All she knew was—

She was about to become Caleb’s woman.

The night was deep and quiet.

Mount Corvus.

At this time, Mount Corvus should be desolate and uninhabited.

But tonight was different.

On the winding mountain road, besides the streetlights, car headlights lit the way.

A white BMW 3 series raced swiftly.

The route on Mount Corvus had continuous S bends and a cliffside straightway, making night driving extremely dangerous.

Yet there were always those seeking thrill.

Like Serena Jennings.

Serena wasn’t fearless of death.

She just happened to pass by Mount Corvus when in a bad mood and thought a drive would help vent her emotions, better than drowning sorrows in alcohol.

Serena remembered the last time she drowned her sorrows.

Because of Caleb Lockwood.

Because Caleb had spent a fortune to celebrate her birthday, actually compensating her for the raw stone Claire snatched from her.

And this time, Caleb’s rare gentleness and concern were just a trade.

Serena couldn’t articulate what made her so angry, so hurt.

She was just beginning to realize—

The carefree and expressive youth she silently loved for ten years was long gone.

The white BMW 3 series sped up.

If anyone was watching at this moment, they would probably break into a cold sweat from the series of perilous turns.

As Serena drove, she recalled Caleb’s words to her that evening:

"Isn’t my love precisely what you’ve been longing for?"

Once, she truly desired it.

She even believed she had it.

Suddenly slamming the brakes, the white BMW 3 series came to an immediate stop.

Serena took out her phone, intending to send Caleb a text, to tell him that no matter how Arthur Lockwood wanted to spin things, regardless of how he wanted to trade his false love, she was determined to divorce.

Before she could open the message, a call came through.

The caller ID stunned Serena.