Chapter 374: Chapter 374

How could Alaric Faulkner be annoying?

He’s annoying all over!

Eleanor Sterling pouted in dissatisfaction, her voice a bit slurred, muttering, "You’re annoying, I don’t want to see you."

A trace of helplessness flashed in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes, it seemed Eleanor Sterling was really quite drunk.

He could only go along with her words, "Hmm, then if you close your eyes, you won’t see me."

Eleanor Sterling heard this and obediently followed his suggestion.

Alaric Faulkner glanced at her – she had her eyes shut tight, her lashes long and thick, her lips slightly turned upwards, almost as if silently inviting him to kiss them.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly, thinking he must be crazy, feeling a surge of impulse just by looking at her .

Alaric Faulkner suppressed the urge in his heart and slightly accelerated.

The car drove into the underground parking lot of the apartment.

Since Eleanor Sterling closed her eyes earlier, she hadn’t opened them, perhaps she had fallen asleep.

Alaric Faulkner stopped the car, bent down to carry her out, and Eleanor Sterling opened her eyes, her dark eyes filled with a drunken haze.

Turns out she hadn’t fallen asleep.

Seemingly dissatisfied to see Alaric Faulkner upon opening her eyes, Eleanor Sterling’s expression fell.

"Why are you here again?"

Alaric Faulkner didn’t stop moving, directly taking the elevator upstairs and entering the room.

After placing her on the bed, Alaric Faulkner looked down at her, "Do you really not want to see me that much?"

Eleanor Sterling was still drunk, reaching out to tug at his clothes, her gaze unable to focus.

She spoke contrary to her feelings, "I don’t want to see you, you’re so annoying, you’ve got Faye Sterling yet you still come to bother me, but I’ve fallen for you, sigh... What am I supposed to do?"

Upon hearing the words ’fallen for,’ Alaric Faulkner’s eyes darkened, his thin lips slowly curving into a smile.

He gently coaxed, "If you’ve fallen for me, then be with me." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire·net

"No way, being with you will bring divine punishment."

Alaric Faulkner looked at her troubled little face, his voice low and laced with temptation, murmuring, "It won’t, why don’t you give it a try? If lightning strikes, I’ll stand in front of you, not letting you get hurt at all, hmm?"

Eleanor Sterling’s black eyes suddenly brightened, raising her face that was red like a rose, steadily staring at Alaric Faulkner.

Alaric Faulkner looked at her drunken face, more puffy and obvious with spots, yet he saw a hint of cuteness.

He laughed and shook his head, thinking he must be crazy.

Her gaze fell upon his lips, and then she slowly reached out to touch them.

"You speak so well, your mouth must be sweet, perfect for kissing."

Alaric Faulkner grabbed her hand, his voice low, "Why don’t you give it a try?"

Eleanor Sterling’s little tongue licked her dry lips, cautiously lifting her head, gently kissing his lips.

Alaric Faulkner remained still, letting her have her way.

After succeeding, Eleanor Sterling grinned broadly, expressing her satisfaction with a sigh.

Alaric Faulkner’s Adam’s apple rolled, his voice hoarse asking, "Other places are nice to kiss too, do you want to try them?"

"Is that okay?" Eleanor Sterling asked with doubt in her eyes.

Alaric Faulkner found drunken Eleanor Sterling particularly agreeable, thinking perhaps he should let her drink a little for delight in the future.

No wonder Estelle Sterling said...

Anything could happen when drunk.

Alaric Faulkner chuckled softly, "Sure, any place you’d like."

Eleanor Sterling suddenly revealed a small mischievous smile, mumbling, "Can I bite you too?"

"Where do you want to bite?"

"Not telling you." Her eyes shifted, "It’s a very sensitive place."

Alaric Faulkner’s eyes suddenly darkened, his breathing becoming more rapid.

"If you don’t say anything, I’ll start."