Chapter 181
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Lennon’s footsteps suddenly halted, his pupils contracted, and his heart rate rapidly increased, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.
The places where the girl had kissed him felt tingly, as if an electric shock had spread throughout his entire body.
She was too close, the smell of alcohol mixed with the sweet fragrance on her body, penetrating into his nostrils.
Lennon felt like he couldn’t breathe properly.
He gasped for breath, his emotions surging in his eyes, and even his voice became hoarse, “Marie.”
Mariela was so drunk that she didn’t know how irresistible she looked. Lennon, a strong and normal man, couldn’t resist her teasing.
Mariela took advantage of being drunk and did whatever she wanted, teasing him relentlessly. A simple kiss was not enough for her, so she grabbed Lennon by the collar of his shirt and planted another kiss on his chin.
“Lenny,” Mariela’s voice rose at the end, with a hint of coquetry.
Her kisses fell down like raindrops.
Lennon held his breath, his heart crawling like ants and feathers gently brushing against it, causing unbearable itchiness.
Darryl couldn’t bear to watch, he covered his eyes with his hand, and then opened his fingers to sneak a peek. Carsen glanced at him, with a smirk on his face, “If you want to watch, just watch openly. This is the first time I’ve seen Lenny like this, it’s truly peculiar.”
Darryl couldn’t believe it, “Is this the same Lenny we know? Honestly, in the
past few years, no matter how those women tried to pursue him, he remained indifferent. I thought he wasn’t interested in women at all. Today, I finally witnessed it. Just a little flirtation from Marie, and Lenny couldn’t even walk straight.”
Lennon was left dizzy by Mariela’s kiss.
He hoarsely whispered, “Marie, be good and stop making a fuss.”
With these words in his mouth, Lennon didn’t stop his feet and left the bar, striding faster with his long legs.
He wanted to send Mariela back home before he lost control.
-Cullinan raced all the way.
Mariela hummed and whined all the way, sometimes calling Lennon’s name, sometimes making a fuss and demanding kisses and hugs.
Lennon’s heart was in chaos.
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His deep and hoarse voice sounded in the car, “Baby, please stop screaming. If you keep screaming, I will go crazy.”
The light inside the car was dim, and the neon lights on both sides of the road flew past the car window, casting flickering shadows inside the
car.
Lennon was driving the car, while Mariela slouched in the passenger seat, tilting her head, with a few strands of disheveled hair scattered on her fair and beautiful face, obscuring the hazy drunkenness in her eyes.
