Jeremy covered his eyes for a mont, then suddenly realized.
Wait, when did his hand get so many calluses?
He pulled his hand down to take a look and hurriedly threw it aside!
He was terribly drunk and slurred, "A-a-a-a... Connor, what’s going on! Why did you put your hand on my face!"
Connor gritted his teeth, "I haven’t even questioned you about why you grabbed my hand and put it on your face! And you’re questioning first? My girlfriend is watching; what do you expect her to think!"
Jeremy glanced at Cora Ginger, who was twisting her waist and dancing, and drunkenly whispered into Connor’s ear with a teasing tone, "Didn’t realize Cora had such a fine waist, you’re quite lucky!"
Connor raised his hand and gave him a chop.
Boss Duff didn’t even let out a scream and passed out imdiately.
Connor could finally focus on admiring his girlfriend’s dance moves. So Cora Ginger is such a good dancer!
He joyfully said to Harry Hunter, "Young Master, look how well Cora dances! She’s so nimble!"
Harry Hunter responded coolly, "You have a vision problem, clearly, my wife dances the best."
"No, I still think my girlfriend dances a bit better."
"Nonsense! My wife dances the best!"
The two of them sat on the couch arguing endlessly, while Isabella Weaver and Cora Ginger had already danced to the height of excitent and hugged each other.
Cora Ginger wrapped her arms around Isabella Weaver’s waist, observing her rosy cheeks from drinking, looking so fresh and tender that one would want to take a bite!
She couldn’t understand how Harry Hunter managed to resist biting Isabella Weaver!
She, being a girl, wanted to bite Isabella Weaver’s skin!
She puckered her lips, wanting to give Isabella Weaver a kiss.
But before she could, the beauty in her arms was snatched away.
Then she got a hit on her head!
"Ouch!"
Cora Ginger cried out in pain, feeling dizzy, and was thrown into Connor’s arms by Harry Hunter.
Connor’s chest was so solid that it left her dizzy and disoriented.
Isabella Weaver, hearing Cora Ginger’s scream, imdiately sobered up a bit and reached out trying to grab her hand, "Cora!"
Harry Hunter directly blocked her hand and placed it on his own shoulder.
Isabella Weaver’s gaze fell on Harry Hunter’s face. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Cora Ginger calling her from the side, "Isabella, let give you a kiss! Just a kiss!"
Cora Ginger, separated by two ters, puckered her lips at her and pushed Connor away to kiss her.
Isabella Weaver was amused and extended a finger to poke her own cheek, "Alright, co and kiss !"
"No way! Connor, quickly take her away!"
Harry Hunter’s face darkened; what was going on! Now he not only needed to guard against n, but against won too?
Having a wife who was popular with both genders truly worried him to no end!
Connor grabbed Cora Ginger, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode out.
Cora Ginger reached out longingly toward Isabella Weaver, "Isabella! I don’t want to be apart from you!"
Connor lifted his hand to lightly smack her bottom, "Enough drama! If you continue, the Young Master will lose his temper!"
Cora Ginger chuckled, "Tonight was so much fun!"
Young Master Hunter’s gaze was as sharp as a knife; he wasn’t amused.
Seeing the "mischievous" Cora Ginger finally disappear from the private room, he waved away the group of dancers, and sat down on the couch with Isabella Weaver in his arms.
Just as he sat down, Isabella Weaver’s lips ca up to his, kissing him recklessly, leaving wet kisses all over his face and lips.
Then, she began unbuttoning his shirt one by one, her soft hands caressing his skin.
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