Chapter 284: Chapter 284

At this moment, Dylan Quinn and Xenia Monroe...

"Girl, where do you live?" Dylan put Xenia in the passenger seat and gently patted her shoulder.

"Whose home? I don’t have money to pay you for the fare, so I’m not going back." Xenia shook her head, speaking illogically, then rubbed her temples in discomfort.

Dylan looked at Xenia, her eyes tightly shut and her cheeks flushed, appearing quite conflicted. Follow current novels on N0veI.Fiɾe.net

First, he still didn’t know this girl’s name.

Second, considering her state, she probably couldn’t answer any questions.

Dylan’s eyes, as sharp as stars, slightly furrowed as he looked down and thought for a moment. Then he reclined the passenger seat for Xenia to lie down.

After pulling down the sunshade on the car window, Dylan decided to take Xenia back to his place for the night.

He couldn’t just take this woman to a hotel. If the paparazzi caught them, no explanation from Dylan would be believed.

Stopping the car in front of his apartment, Dylan got out and opened the passenger door, looking somewhat troubled at Xenia.

The pure and adorable girl now had her neck slightly arched, her small face flushed with deep drunkenness, her long eyelashes gently trembling, which would indeed stir anyone’s protective instincts.

Although casually picking up a girl he just met might seem a bit presumptuous, this was indeed a special situation.

Apologizing silently in his heart to Xenia, Dylan then gently picked her up from the seat.

"Damn, Leo Hansen you bastard, get lost." Xenia drowsily opened her eyes, her expression suddenly turning stern as she slapped Dylan.

With the crisp sound of the slap, a stinging pain spread across Dylan’s fair, handsome cheek.

Dylan was a bit stunned by Xenia’s sudden slap, almost losing his grip on her.

"Don’t let go, don’t let go, I’ll fall if you let go." Startled, Xenia quickly clung to Dylan, seemingly forgetting she had just slapped him.

Dylan sighed heavily, looking at Xenia snuggling in his arms, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Do all girls become this troublesome when drunk?

After placing Xenia on his bed, Dylan was about to get up and leave when she suddenly grabbed his arm as he tucked her in.

"Teddy, why have you gotten so skinny..." Xenia mumbled, smacking her lips and pulling Dylan into her embrace, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a koala.

"Hm? Teddy, did you shrink..." Xenia’s small hands ran over Dylan’s back, patting him up and down, her slender brows slightly furrowing in confusion.

Feeling the soft, fragrant presence of the woman in his arms and her delicate hands caressing him, Dylan stiffened entirely.

Pressing his lips tightly and looking at the woman in his arms, he noted that she seemed small, only reaching his chest, with black, silky hair that carried a faint scent of gardenias.

In that instant, Dylan felt his heart tremble intensely.

Does she like the smell of gardenias just like him?

Xenia’s gentle, warm breath was landing on his chest, making Dylan feel a tickling sensation, as if something strange was unfolding slowly within him.

After Xenia fell asleep, Dylan slowly withdrew his hand, tucked her in again, and then went to sleep on the sofa in the room.

The next morning, Dylan’s first instinct upon waking was to check on Xenia.

Seeing her still breathing softly with her eyes closed, he felt relieved instantly.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was about six o’clock. Dylan half-mindedly wondered if he should go attend a publicity event while walking toward the bathroom.

Xenia later woke up when a beam of sunlight hit her.

Groggily opening her eyes, Xenia saw a man wearing a white bath towel, his chest and abs partly visible, with a faint bruise on his arm.

Realizing she was lying in bed, Xenia suddenly became alert.

Damn, has she been...

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" Xenia wrapped herself in the blanket and instantly sat up, her hair a bit messy, lips tightly bitten, looking pitiful.

"Dylan? I actually listened to your songs and watched your shows, thinking you were a gentleman. I didn’t expect you... you actually slept with a fan!" Xenia pointed at Dylan, her slender finger trembling with disbelief.

"Girl, you drank too much yesterday, and there were some other issues with Savannah, so I had no choice but to bring you back." Dylan looked at Xenia helplessly, droplets of water sliding from his hair onto the towel.

"You... I..." Xenia looked down at her clothes, noticing they hadn’t been tampered with, and her expression softened slightly.

Looking up at Dylan again, seemingly more handsome in person than in posters and on TV, Xenia remembered he had saved her and Quinn. She began to feel a bit guilty.

"Well, I’ll call Savannah." Xenia said softly, her face slightly flushed with an unnatural redness, as she searched for her bag.

Seeing this, Dylan walked to the door, picked up the pink bag hanging there, and handed it to Xenia.

Noticing her attitude toward him had softened, he smiled kindly and asked, "Girl, I forgot to ask your name yesterday. What’s your name?"

"Xenia Monroe." Taking the bag from Dylan’s hand, Xenia’s hand trembled slightly when touching his cold fingertips, and she responded quietly, "Thank you."

Whether from nervousness or something else, Xenia didn’t dare look Dylan in the eye again.

Quickly pulling up Quinn Lockwood’s number, Xenia dialed it, but it wouldn’t connect.

"She’s not answering my call, could it be she blocked me?" Pouting angrily, Xenia hung up, noticing she received many news alerts and trending notifications.

The title prominently featured Quinn Lockwood and Elias Sinclair’s names.

"Damn!" Xenia exclaimed upon opening a trending post, shocked into foul language.

A clear photo of a kiss occupied most of the screen.

And the people in the photo were none other than Quinn Lockwood and Elias Sinclair.