Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 1297

"Drink it," Charlie ordered.

Emily's heart raced, the alcohol fumed, giving her courage. She tilted her head back and took a big gulp.

But she couldn't bring herself to feed him.

Charlie watched her puffed cheeks, a gentle flicker in his eyes. He didn't need her to feed him. He merely leaned down and kissed her lips.

He closed his eyes, sucking the alcohol from her mouth.

Emily's mind went blank, as if shocked. The reddish wine trickled down their connected lips. Charlie pulled her closer by the waist, making their kiss more comfortable.

Emily's heart pounded wildly, as if ready to leap out. The man's scent overpowered the strong smell of alcohol, spreading through her senses and taking root.

The alcohol was finished, but his kiss deepened.

People around them were laughing, singing, but everything seemed far away from her. She was about to suffocate.

Charlie frowned slightly, shared his breath with her, and bit her lip, "Emily, breathe!"

This dummy, always holding her breath during a kiss.

Was she trying to suffocate herself?

Emily opened her eyes, somewhat at a loss as she looked at the man. Fresh air flowed in, her mind cleared a bit, and she started to struggle.

"Stop moving!" Charlie tightened his hold around her waist, his voice hoarse. "Colin's watching you. If he sees you're not my woman, he'll make a move. You want to go with him?"

Emily paused, her eyes pure and somewhat confused as she looked at Charlie.

Charlie was pleased. She was so innocent, the man she had been intimate with before hadn't taught her anything, had he?

Emily felt truly drunk. Otherwise, why would she let herself go like this?

In this blurry state, they spent nearly an hour before Charlie took her out of the 9th Mansion.

In the car, Emily's mind was still foggy.

Kent drove, Charlie pretended to sleep as usual, leaning against the seat. But his mind was far from peaceful, torn between regretting letting Emily go so easily, and knowing that if he took advantage of her while she was drunk, she'd hate him when she sobered up.

So, refraining from taking her upstairs and instead sending her home was the right choice.

He pursed his lips, sighed slightly, and leaned against Emily's shoulder.