Chapter 423


    Chapter 423 Suppressing the Thoughts He Shouldn’t Have


    After eating, Elspeth handed Yelena over to Hank with confidence, giving the two of them a chance to


    be alone.


    Hank might have certain intentions, but he was clear-headed. She knew he would not do anything to


    Yelena.


    And so, a drunk Yelena was then ''abducted'' by him to his car.


    Just like thest time when she drank too much, she started to snore as soon as she got in the car.


    Hank could only inwardly sigh as he watched how she kept wriggling around even after falling asleep.


    He then fastened her seatbelt carefully to avoid waking her up.


    The moment he got up, Yelena suddenly opened her pair of big, misty eyes, which were filled with


    confusion and drunken allure.


    He immediately stopped in his tracks.


    "Hank…"


    "What''s wrong?" The fact that she was aware of who he was even when she was intoxicated pleased


    him.


    Suddenly, she reached out and frantically ruffled his hair. "I''ve wanted to touch your hair for a long time


    now," she slurred. "I finally got to do it today. Hehe!"


    He was at a loss for words as he pressed down her wandering hands and went back to the driver''s


    seat.


    After he started driving, she suddenly started making noise about wanting to go to the toilet.


    "I don''t care! I want to go!"


    Hank had no choice but to park the car on the side of the road. When he found a public toilet, he


    asked, "Shall I take you there?"


    The woman reacted by blinking at him while shing a sly smile.


    "Gotcha. I don''t even want to use the restroom."


    Hank had noeback. In that case, there is no need for me to waste time talking to this drunkdy


    over here, he thought.


    It would be a lie to say that he wasn''t tempted when he saw her smile.


    However, there was something else that he was more worried about.


    "Hank, I''m going to puke."


    Having learned his lesson after she cried wolf, he ignored her and kept driving fast.


    A crisp retching sound rang out the next second.


    The defensive wall around his heart immediately copsed and he quickly parked the car. He then


    turned his head and looked at her, only to see her leaning to the side with a sunken look on her face as


    she threw up.


    The new car he spent millions on was soiled just like that!


    And yet, Yelena was still unappreciative. When she saw him stop the car, she dazedly straightened her


    torso and asked while she was still in the middle of throwing up. "Why aren''t you driving?"


    Hank was speechless at this point. "If you want me to drive now, I will throw you out of the car."


    Aggrieved tears abruptly rolled down her face which looked confused just a second ago.


    "Why would you throw me out…" Yelena sobbed.


    "Alright, alright." Hank immediately surrendered. "I was wrong. Goddammit! Throw up all you want. We


    will leave after you''re done."


    Hearing that, she nodded and stopped crying. She then continued to vomit while lying on her side.


    Hank was someone who had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Naturally, he wouldn''t send her


    home in this situation.


    Since his house was closest to where they currently were, he took her back to his home first. After he


    settled her down, he drove out again to wash the car.


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    He would have thrown this car away if it wasn''t because Yelena had been in it before.


    Two hours had passed by the time he brought the washed car home.


    Considering howte it was into the night, he was worried that Yelena''s family would suspect him of


    being someone indecent for bringing her out and having fun without a care if he were to send her back


    to her home now.


    In order to leave a good impression and establish a good rtionship with his future inws, Hank


    carefully thought it through and decided to let Yelena stay at his ce for the night.


    After he got home, he noticed how the woman who had thrown up everywhere was now sprawled on


    the side of his bed, puking again.


    Her vomit had not only dirtied the sheets this time; even the carpet and her body were covered with


    barf.


    At that point, Hank''s tolerance for uncleanliness was stretched to the limit.


    He proceeded to put on gloves and a mask before he took her by the waist and dumped her into the


    bathtub. He then pointed the showerhead at her and let the water run.


    Even though Yelena was drunk out of her mind earlier, she felt more awake after the water washed


    over her.


    Seeing herself being bathed in the bathtub by a man wearing a mask, she shrieked in surprise. "Ah!"


    Hank managed to suppress his temper as he muttered, "Stay still, Yelena Sullivan."


    It was probably his innate oppression that Yelena actually felt fear and cowered without saying


    anything.


    She had on a white dress today. As soon as she was drenched in water, the wet dress outlined the


    exquisite curves of her body.


    More importantly, even the color of whaty underneath the dress…


    She sounded timid when she let out another sob. "How about I wash it off myself?"


    Sure enough, Hank could hardly keep his heart from thumping against his chest as he looked at the


    mouth-watering sight.


    He took a deep breath and nodded before turning around to leave the bathroom.


    While Yelena was left to clean off the vomit on her body while she thought of a countermeasure in the


    bathroom, Hank sat by the bedside and struggled to keep his mind from wandering.


    He had always found it difficult to have any interest in the women around him. He would even


    indifferently refuse those who throw themselves at him.


    But when he saw Yelena shivering like a frightened bunny in the bathtub, he actually started having


    ideas…


    Stop it, Hank Damazio! he quietly scolded himself. She has just be of age. Stop it with these


    nonsensical thoughts.


    With his strong mentality, he suppressed the thoughts that he shouldn''t have.


    He was right in the middle of doing that when the phone next to his hand rang.


    It was a text message notification ringtone.


    It is not my phone. It must be hers.


    His principles were telling him not to peek, but his curiosity keptpelling him until he couldn''t help


    taking a nce.


    The message was sent by someone whose name was saved as Pig Head. It was only a simple


    sentence that popped up. ''Where are you?''


    Hank immediately knew who the sender of the message was, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.


    Taking advantage of the spare time he had while Yelena showered, he picked up her phone and took a


    good look at it. It didn''t take long for him to crack the password.


    There wasn''t a specific reason as to how he knew her password. Judging from how simple a person


    she was, Hank was sure that she would use her birthdate as her phone''s password.


    He had no hesitation as he clicked into the message and replied, ''At a friend''s ce.''


    There was an iing call the next moment.


    Seeing this, Hank took the phone with him and went outside the ss window on the balcony to pick


    up the call.


    "Yes?" Hank struck first, his cold voice sounding especially low in the middle of the night.


    The person on the other end of the line immediately felt their heart tear when they heard a male voice


    ring out. "Who are you? Where is Yelena? Why isn''t she the one picking up my call?"


    Hank nced at the bathroom and murmured with a hint of amusement, "She is taking a shower."


    "I was wondering why she said she is at a friend''s house when she usually doesn''t say things like that.


    She would always tell me which friend it is. Who the hell are you? What are you trying to do to Yelena?"


    It was almost 12.00AM now. It was impossible for Max to not worry about Yelena being alone with a


    man.