Chapter 91


    Chapter 91 It waste in the night before Jack returned from overtime at thepany. He pushed open


    the door to his bedroom and raised his eyebrow slightly.


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    The room was fully lit up.


    “Mister Daddy, you‘re finally back. I‘d almost fallen asleep!” A melodious female voice could be heard


    from within, and Jack looked up.


    Naomi waszing on the sofa in a strapped nightgown with a cartoon character print. She looked up at


    him with her half–covered forehead. The woman did not seem to care that she was revealing her


    corbone. Her alluring white flesh was especially tantalizing as the warm light fell on her face. She was


    like a beautiful rose, bright and dazzling, not even realizing how she looked. Jack suddenly felt his throat


    tightening up, and he subconsciously reached up to pull at his cor. “You were waiting for me?” “Of


    course, we still haven‘t decided who‘s sleeping on the bed. So, I thought of apetition...


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    Naomi had a cunning smile on her face as she said that. She then looked down at the coffee table.


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    There were a few wine bottles on disy, along with two wine sses.


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    That was right. It was Susan‘s idea.


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    Susan mentioned that Jack was not good with alcohol. He would always drink incredibly little during


    business functions. Sometimes, he would go through a whole banquet without even finishing half a


    ss. “Let’s have a drinking contest. Whoever gets drunk first will sleep on the floor. How about it? Do


    you dare?”


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    Naomi deliberately looked at Jack with a challenging look. In truth, she was not that great with alcohol


    either. However, she had added water to one of the bottles in front of her.


    Jack walked over, ncing at the wine bottles on the table as he meaningfully raised his eyebrow at her.


    “Are you sure?” “Of course, I‘m sure! I‘m absolutely certain! You‘re a man, so stop dilly–dallying. Are you


    saying that you don‘t have the guts?” “Fine.”


    The man walked next to Naomi and sat down. There was an amused smile on his lips. “Don‘t regret it.”


    Unfortunately, Naomi did not read into the meaning behind his words. She had already opened the two


    bottles and poured the wine into the cups.


    “Come! We‘ll have a bottle each! We‘ll get more if it‘s not enough!”


    The man casually downed a full ss. “Sure!”


    Naomi stared at the man suspiciously. Was Mister Daddy not supposed to be bad with alcohol? Why did


    he down the ss with such a practiced motion?


    Even though she had her suspicions in her heart, Naomi still emptied her ss quickly. The second


    ss, the third ss... They got to the end of the bottle. “Kid, you‘re drunk.” Jack gave Naomi a firm


    conclusion. He was about to get up when a soft hand grabbed his wrist.


    The familiar feeling of their skin touching caused Jack to suddenly freeze. That touch... Before he could


    think about it, Naomi pulled her hand back and eximed, “Who‘s drunk?! Another one!”


    Naomi clenched her teeth and sneakily used a silver needle to poke a few spots on herself, working hard


    to stay sober.


    She was already incredibly tipsy and had forgotten to even check her own conditions. After that, she


    downed another ss.


    “Your turn!”


    “Alright, I‘ll drink until you admit defeat.”


    Jack raised an eyebrow. It had been incredibly long since someone challenged him to drink. In truth, it


    was practically impossible for him to get drunk back in the day. “No one could ever beat him. It was just


    that he did not really like drinking, so outsiders thought he had terrible tolerance for alcohol, yet Naomi


    picked that hill to die on. After a few more sses, Naomi waspletely gone. Her whole body


    crumpled up on the sofa.


    Looking at her petite figure, she looked a little pitiful. Jack‘s heart softened. “Whatever, I‘ll give you the


    bed.”


    He stood up and grabbed Naomi‘s shoulder. He had been about to carry her up when Naomi suddenly


    uttered a few drunken words, “Stupid Daddy, not even letting me touch his hand! Bad guy!”


    Jack paused as his eyes froze. “Why do you want to touch me?”


    However, Naomi had already copsed into his arms in a deep slumber., The next morning, Naomi


    opened her eyes in a blur. She reached out and noticed the bed


    empty, causing her to wake up abruptly.