Chapter 185
Lennon got up and ruffled his hair, “What time is it?”
There was a wall clock in the living room.
Mariela looked up and said, “It was half past seven.*
Lennon pulled Mariela into his arms, wrapping them around her, with his chin resting on Mariela’s shoulder.
“It’s Saturday today, won’t you sleep a little longer? You’re up so early. His voice still had a slight hoarseness from just waking up, sexy and
alluring.
Warm breath gently brushed against Mariela’s ear, causing her to instinctively shrink back, with half of her body feeling numb.
“I couldn’t sleep, I drank too much last night and my head hurts a bit.”
“If you can’t handle your alcohol, then don’t drink so much.” Lennon chuckled softly, “Do you know how torturous it was for you to go crazy with alcohol last night?”
He almost lost his composure in front of everyone.
Mariela suddenly thought of the image of herself clinging to that man last night. Her face flushed, feeling embarrassed and guilty, she said, “I’m sorry, Lenny.”
Lennon’s voice carried a seductive gravelly tone, so mesmerizing that it intoxicated people. “Hmm? Is that all there is to it, just an apology? The man smirked and said, “You haven’t even experienced it, yet you dare to say in front of others that I have problems in that aspect? Why don’t you give it a try and see if I can really perform?”
Mariela’s face turned red in an instant, she turned away and argued cunningly, “What are you saying? I would never say something like that…”
Lennon’s lips curved: “Is that so?”
“Well, well, of course, how could I possibly… in front of so many people…” Mariela’s voice grew quieter as she spoke.
Damn it.
She seemed to remember something.
Last night, it seemed… maybe… like… did she really say those words?
“I lied!”
The faint light of dawn shone through the glass window, illuminating the girl’s flushed face.
Mariela bit her lip, looking embarrassed. “You know I was drunk and talking nonsense. You wouldn’t want to argue drunk, would you?”
with
someone
who was
What she said was actually quite hesitant. The girl muttered softly, “When I get drunk, I can’t fully control and recognize my own behavior. In our legal system, this is called limited capacity for action…”
Lennon chuckled softly, his shoulders trembling slightly.
“Hey, where’s thy legal education?”
In fact, intoxicated individuals are not even considered “persons with limited capacity” under the law, Mariela is just trying to argue. Mariela, knowing she was in the wrong, snorted and struggled to escape from Lennon’s embrace, wanting to run away.
Lennon’s hands were still wrapped around his waist, “Want to run? Forget how you flirted with me last night? Flirted and then ran away?”
