CHAPTER 50: WHAT A DRUNK GIRL CAN DO DOES NOT EXIST

"Do you think I can’t remain calm and collected around you?

Does you really believe that I’m still the same old Sarah who always represses her feelings?"

As she spoke, her elegant eyebrows furrowed into an unhappy frown.

She glanced indifferently at Beauty before speaking again, "Take Beauty home first.

She’s bound to throw up again tonight.

You should keep a close eye on her."

Lucas arranged for a designated driver at the bar’s entrance, placing Beauty in the back seat.

Fearing she might hit her head again, he had no choice but to cradle her in his arms.

"Uncle, where are we going for a drink now?"

Beauty’s small hand is mischievously hooked around Lucas’s neck.

The faint wisps of her breath sprayed on his face and earlobe, her small hand stroking his chest.

Lucas grasped her hand to prevent her from clinging too tightly, causing Beauty to whimper and throw a little tantrum.

He didn’t bother to deal with her, simply allowing her to carry on.

"Uncle, your face is so handsome, why is your skin still so good despite your age?

Have you had plastic surgery?"

... If it were a normal day, he would have certainly roused her awake with a jolt.

How could anyone suspect that he had plastic surgery?

It was utterly laughable!

Plus, was he really that old?

People often say that a man is in his prime at thirties.

Doesn’t this impudent girl have an eye for it?

As she spoke, his finger rested on Lucas’s cold, thin lips, gently caressing them.

A dimple appeared as she smirked. "Uncle, your body is so hot, why are your lips so cold?

Do you want me to help warm them up?"

Just as Lucas was about to refuse, he saw Beauty lift her chin and plant a kiss on his lips.

The touch of her warm softness pressed firmly against his lips, the scent of alcohol passed over.

There was an instant where he found the taste alluring...

Damn it!

He didn’t have the slightest intention of pushing her away!

His whole body felt like it had been hit by a high-voltage electric shock, all his hair standing up on end.

A spring in his heart was rippling, creating waves of ripples.

His brows twitched incessantly, and he quickly pushed away Beauty’s hand, wiping off the saliva from his lips.

His face was cold as he stared at her mischief-filled face.

The car stopped at the villa.

Lucas carried her and walked towards the upstairs, bumping into Laura who was still in her pajamas playing video games in the living room.

"Bro, why are you carrying her?"

Laura despised Beauty to the core, and had thought that she wouldn’t return home that night.

She was secretly pleased and ready to report to her brother, but to her surprise, he had actually carried her home.

"It’s late, go back to your room and rest."

Without answering her question, Lucas coldly dropped this sentence and walked upstairs.

Laura tossed the newly purchased bag on the couch onto the floor in anger, her face flushed red.

She had no choice but to compliantly return to her room.

He gently laid Beauty on the bed, and fetched the first aid kit to treat the wound on her forehead.

"It hurts!"

As soon as Lucas’s hand met the swollen spot, she let out a pitiful cry.

Her face twisted like a dumpling, her pink lips pouted, utterly enticing.

"Just endure it a little."

With ice wrapped in his hand, he gently massaged her, his face still carrying that frosty expression.

"Mama."

Beauty grasped his hand in a coquettishly manner.

Lucas’s hand stopped for a moment.

This was the first time he had seen her refer to him as her mother.

Indeed, those who have no sense of security are more adept at pretending.

He thought she, with her carefree demeanor every day, had long forgotten her tragic background.

"Mama, why haven’t you come to protect me?

I’m being bullied by this freakish Uncle every day, why aren’t you here to guard me?"

Lucas almost accidentally strangled Beauty’s neck.

She was still speaking ill of him at this moment!

A woman truly is a vindictive creature.

Finally, having tended to her wounds, he fetched a basin of water from the bathroom and washed her tear-streaked face.

He gently massaged her swollen ankle.

"Lucas you bloody freak!

I won’t let you off..." All of a sudden, Beauty turned around, her eyebrows knitted in anger and exuding offense.

The veins on Lucas’s forehead throbbed as he helped her change into her sleepwear.

He bit down on her collarbone, causing Beauty to suck in a breath from the pain, and she let out a soft cry of protest.

"You little brat, you just wait!"

He exclaimed, tossing her clothes into the washing machine.

He gave her flushed cheeks a firm pinch before he walked out and closed the door.

He truly felt like a father raising a troublesome daughter.

It seemed this little brat came to make him pay his debts.

He must have owed her a lot in his past life.

Otherwise, why would he be the one always doing this thankless and disadvantageous work?

Returning to his room, he finally stripped off his completely soaked clothes, revealing his well-defined abs and waistline.

He lounged on the sofa.

He hadn’t been home in a long time.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to come back, but that he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

It seemed that the little brat had taken up a permanent position in his heart.

Lucas, you are just her guardian!

What exactly are you thinking about?

When she turns 22, you have to give her freedom, let her leave this place; you promised her that, it was clearly written in the contract.

But what does the contract really mean?

In this City, his word is the law.

If he wanted her to stay, wouldn’t that be easy...

Inside the office.

Lucas sits upright in the president’s chair, half a cigar pinched between his fingers, his face devoid of expressions.

"Lucas, this latest line of jewelry leans more towards the younger audience.

The models we recruited some time ago are all here, take a look and see whose aura fits the best."

Sarah opens her laptop on Lucas’s desk, her gaze faintly resting on him.

Lucas clicked open the full body shots of each model, his finger gently gliding over the computer screen, eyebrows still deeply furrowed.

"The aura of these models doesn’t exactly correspond with the theme of this season’s jewelry.

Send the department manager to pick out another batch, or directly post a recruitment notice, we will select a new group of models.

I’ll leave the decision up to you."

Sarah’s face remains expressionless.