Chapter 34
Chapter 34
RAVEL
(FIVE YEARS AGO)
Approaching them with determined steps, I paid little attention to Raymond’s acknowledgment and
effortlessly lifted my woman, yfully setting her on my shoulder. Her infectiousughter filled the air,
and in the spirit of the moment, I yfully gave her a light tap on the rear-the very rear 1 had
possessively told her not to bend.
“Behold, that’s my man she slurred yfully, raising her head and pushing a mass of hair away from
her face. “Isn’t he a bundle of joy? Her intoxicated friends burst intoughter, clearly in on the yful
banter. “And let me tell you, his rear end is quite the sight, and I have the privilege to admire it
whenever I please!”
Continuing without hesitation, I led her straight to my car, confident that Raymond would take care of
Elenor, who could be quite a handful when intoxicated. I knew Raymond had a good handle on
handling her.
Once inside the car, Steven started the engine just as I secured Hazel’s seatbelt. Despite her tipsy
state, Hazel greeted me with an infectious, wide smile. “Hellooo handsome! You’ve got such a pretty
face!”
I couldn’t help but find her adorable at that moment, making it hard to stay upset with her. “Well, your
face isn’t exactly at its most beautiful right now, and your lips may not be so kissable,” I replied with a
teasing tone, noticing the strong scent of alcohol around her. “I did warn you not to bend over, didn’t I?”
I added with a mixture of amusement, knowing that she might not remember our yful conversation
later due to her intoxication.
She grinned mischievously, whispering suggestively, “I can bend over for you.” Her attempt at looking
alluring by licking her smudged lips only intensified the sensual atmosphere.
Feeling the arousal creep in, I cursed inwardly, determined not to give in to temptation while she was
under the influence. “Well address this when you’re sober,” I dered firmly, resisting the urge to giveC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.
in to her yful advances.
Suddenly, she gagged and covered her mouth with her hand. Concern washed over me as I furrowed
my brows. “Are you okay? Do you need to throw up?” I asked, not wanting her to feel ufortable or
mess up the car. Her well-being was my priority in that moment.
She gently shook her head, her delicate features revealing a mixture of amusement and reluctance. “I
don’t feel like throwing up, but I must admit, I have the urge to kiss you,” she confessed with a yful
glint in her eyes.
Grinning, I teasingly declined her proposition, realizing that it might not be the most opportune moment
for an affectionate gesture. “Let’s hold off on that for now, I chuckled, hoping to spare us both from any
potential difort. I’d rather the doesn’t throw up in my mouth.
In an effort to ease her difort, I suggested, “Why don’t you just take it easy until we reach home?
That way, you can rest and feel better in familiar surroundings”
As we finally arrived home, Hazel had already sumbed to deep slumber, apanied by loud,
adorable snores. Amused by her endearing sleep sounds, I couldn’t resist capturing the moment on my
phone through a short video, solely for yful teasing and future tants.
Upon reaching the parking lot, Steven halted the car and kindly offered to carry Hazel inside. However,
I politely declined his gesture, choosing to handle it myself. I wanted to assert my role and
protectiveness over my partner when I’m around, making it dear that no one else should be touching
her.
With great care, I lifted Hazel in my arms and carried her to our bedroom. Tenderly, I took off her heels,
carefully unfastened her dress, and gently removed her essories. Wanting her to feelfortable, I
fetched a face wipe and softly wiped off her makeup, making sure to be attentive to every detail.
Finally, I tucked her in under the warm duvet, ensuring she was cozily settled before quietly leaving the
room, allowing her
to rest undisturbed
Chapter 34
Feeling appreciative of the leisurely Sunday morning, I rose from the bed earlier than intended due to
Hazel’s state of being drunk and asleep. As I made my way to the kitchen, I took the decision to give
our chef the day off, nning to personally prepare aforting hangover soup and a fitting breakfast
for her.
Choosing to start with sds and bacon, I retrieved fresh vegetables from the fridge, diligently washing
and dicing them. In the midst of my culinary efforts, I heard the gentle sound of footsteps descending
the stairs. Anticipating Hazel’s awakening, I kept my focus fixed on the doorway until she finally
appeared before me.
“Good morning,” I warmly greeted her, offering a gentle morning kiss. yfully, I inquired about her
hangover level, asking, “From one to ten, how bad is your hangover?”
With a hint of humor, she replied, “Twenty.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her candid response. As she
plopped herself onto a kitchen stool, resting her elbows on the table with a groan, shemented the
decision to take numerous shots with Elenor. “I shouldn’t have taken so many shots with Elenor.”
Serving her aforting te of hangover soup, I advised, “Remember, when ites to Elenor and
alcohol, it’s best to proceed with caution. Her high tolerance can be deceiving, leading others to
overindulge as well.”
Relishing the soothing spoonfuls of hangover soup, Hazel looked up at me and inquired, “How did I get
home?” Taking a seat across from her with my coffee in hand, I couldn’t help but be surprised by her
memorypse.
“You don’t remember anything fromst night?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
Leaning forward, I gently ced my cup on the table to emphasize the timing of her return. “Or should I
say early this morning?” I added, hoping to jog her memory.
Hazel’s lips turned into a sheepish smile as she bit them, a hint of worry in her eyes. “Please tell me I
didn’t do something stu pid,” she implored, seeking reassurance.
Unable to resist her charm, I found it difficult to stay angry at her. “You certainly knew how to entertain
the audience,” I teasingly remarked, “You shook your a ss for the audience who were willing to watch.”
Hazel pinched her eyes shut, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for doing that one
thing you told me not to do.”
Despite trying to suppress my grin, I couldn’t help but let it show. “If you genuinely want to earn my
forgiveness,” I proposed, “then you’ll have to apany me to a family dinner on Friday.”
Surprised, she almost choked on her soup, seeking confirmation, “You want to take me to your family
dinner?” Her astonishment was evident.
My heart felt warm as I replied, “Yes, I want to introduce you to my mother, Because I intend making
you my wife.