99 Bloody Lashes And A Bullet To His Hear novel Chapter 108

Tristan hesitated for a moment. I was drunk and no one would take care of me if I went home.

Moreover, my place was crowded, and it wouldn’t be good for my image if people saw him taking me home drunk.

Tristan thought quickly and replied, “To the villa.”

He paused for a moment and then added, “Also, call Nanny Joy and ask her to prepare some sobering soup in

advance.”

The driver nodded and closed the door for us.

Tristan gently placed me on the seat and was about to sit back up.

But my hand tightly grabbed his tie, preventing him from moving.

Since I was so drunk, I was much bolder than usual.

Tristan knew I wasn’t very conscious at the moment, but he didn’t forcefully pull his tie out. Instead, he gently reminded me, “You’re holding the wrong thing, let go.”

I frowned slightly, as if dissatisfied with being corrected, and tightened my grip. Tristan’s face got closer as a result.

A pair of cold, deep, and charming eyes gradually enlarged in front of me, and I stopped breathing for a moment:

handsome.”

Tristan’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he lightly knocked on the privacy glass of the back seat with his long fingers.

Two clear sounds.

The driver was very tactful and quickly closed the glass and pulled down the curtain.

I mumbled, “Tristan, I want to go home quickly…”

“Okay,” he said softly, as if he was coaxing someone.

“Tristan, I want to take off my high heels, they’re so tiring…”

“Okay.”

He carefully helped me take off my high heels with one hand, holding my ankle gently. His large hand could easily hold my entire ankle, and it was warm.

She was wearing a dress, although it was a long dress, but Tristan still covered her with a thin blanket.

“Tristan…”

“Hmm?”

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Chapter 22

Tristan didn’t speak. Under the dim light of the car, he lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a beautiful shadow on his eyelids. The emotions in his eyes were unclear.

His deep eyes, high nose bridge, and well–shaped lips were all perfectly proportioned, and anyone who saw him would want to look at him again and again.

“Are you not clear about your own alcohol tolerance? It’s very dangerous to drink and take a taxi…”

I didn’t listen carefully to what Tristan was saying, only noticing the movement of his thin, red lips when he spoke.

I frowned slightly and stretched out my finger to press on his lips: “Tristan, shh.”