From Ignored to Adored: The Heiress Melts the Self-Restrained Boss Chapter 162: Kailin Couple’s Drunken Kiss

"Hey, I..." Riley Hawthorne furrowed her brow, wanting to speak, but the man turned and walked away.

Riley Hawthorne looked helpless and had to support the drunken Zachary Sutton. "Zach, wake up."

"Drink, keep drinking, tonight, this young master will pay."

The drunken Zachary Sutton muttered to himself.

At this mont, Lucy Ford ca over, inevitably patting her forehead with a look of not wanting to watch.

"How did Zachary get so drunk?"

The key was that his drunken antics were really too childish.

"He seems to have drunk quite a bit." Riley Hawthorne frowned and said, "Lucy, I’ll take Zach back first, you enjoy yourself."

Lucy Ford smiled helplessly, "Got it, people who forget friends once they have a significant other."

"Lucy, don’t be like that! I just can’t bear to see him like this. Rember to go ho early and don’t stay out too late, send a WeChat ssage when you get ho."

"I know, nagging." Lucy Ford said teasingly, though her heart felt warm.

Riley Hawthorne smiled and then struggled to help Zachary Sutton up, heading toward the bar door. Zach leaned almost entirely on her, and she moved her feet with difficulty.

After much effort, Riley managed to get Zach into the car, exhausted and breathless.

She sat in the driver’s seat, looking at the barely conscious Zach in the passenger seat, feeling both helpless and concerned.

She started the car and slowly drove toward Zach’s ho.

On the way, Zachary occasionally mumbled incoherent words, and Riley could only softly reassure him.

Once at Zachary’s ho, Riley faced a dilemma.

"Zach, what’s your ho password?"

Zachary was still bewildered, "Password, what password? Where’s any password?"

Riley sighed, "Seems like asking you is pointless."

"Let’s give it a try! Maybe the password is his birthday?"

Thinking of this, Riley input Zachary Sutton’s birthday as the password.

Sure enough, it worked imdiately, and she looked delighted, "Luckily I know your birthday."

Riley exerted great effort to finally get him into the room, laid him on the bed, and helped him take off his shoes.

Afterward, she left the room, went to the living room to pour a glass of water, placed it beside his bed, and sat quietly on the edge, watching him.

Zachary’s face was slightly flushed from alcohol, his brows furrowed slightly, seemingly uneasy even in sleep.

Riley gently reached out, wanting to smooth his brow, but withdrew when she was about to touch him.

"Zach, when will you finally understand that I really like you."

Riley murmured beside the bed.

She silently watched Zachary, her thoughts filled with emotions.

She recalled the bits and pieces since knowing Zachary, the joyful tis spent together, and the monts of tenderness he inadvertently showed, all of which made her heart flutter.

She didn’t know how long she would continue to like him silently, nor did she know if he would one day return her feelings.

Yet at this mont, looking at the drunken man before her, all she felt was deep affection and heartache.

Riley sighed softly, then stood up to tuck him in.

Just as Riley stood to leave, suddenly, Zachary Sutton in his drunken dream grabbed Riley’s hand, mumbling to himself, "Don’t go, don’t go..."

"Zach, I’m not leaving, I’m right here, by your side." Riley listened to his words with a face of joy, sitting back down on the bedside again.

"Water, water..."

"What?" Riley didn’t hear clearly and leaned forward to better hear what Zachary was saying.

"Riley..."

Suddenly, Riley seed to hear her na, her eyes instantly brightened.

At that mont, Zachary slowly opened his eyes and saw a face close by.

Vaguely, he seed to see Riley, further tightening his grip on her hand, "Riley..."

This ti Riley heard clearly, a joyful expression on her face, "Zach, are you calling ?"

He was calling her na even in his dreams while drunk, didn’t this an he actually liked her?

The next second, Zachary pulled forcefully, and Riley fell onto him.

He tightly held her, starting to mumble sothing again.

Riley lifted her head, their proximity so close that she could almost hear his breathing.

"Zach, what are you saying?"

Unexpectedly, the next second, Zachary kissed her lips.

Riley’s eyes widened, stunned on the spot, his one hand gripping her wrist while her other hand pressed against his chest, feeling at a loss.

Riley’s heart raced instantly, her mind went blank, and she could only passively endure this sudden kiss. Her cheeks quickly ward, becoming hot.

After a while, she slowly ca back to her senses, her heart filled with complex emotions, surprise, shyness, and a hint of confusion. She didn’t know if Zachary’s kiss was from genuine affection or was simply an unconscious act while drunk.

But at this mont, she was imrsed in the kiss, feeling Zachary’s breath and warmth.

Her hand unconsciously tightened on Zachary’s clothes, as if wanting to hold onto this mont of beauty.

However, Zachary hadn’t sobered up, continuing the kiss in his drunken dream, wanting more.

Riley gradually relaxed, starting to respond to the kiss, gently closing her eyes, enjoying this brief yet sweet mont.

She wished ti could stop at this mont, so she could forever remain in Zachary’s embrace.

The kiss grew increasingly passionate, Zachary’s inner heat ignited, he flipped and pressed Riley beneath him, eagerly removing her outer clothing.

Riley’s hands wrapped around Zachary’s neck, lost in his fiery kiss, unable to extricate herself, deeply sinking, forgetting everything.

Hartswell Manor

Mrs. Hawthorne sat on the sofa watching TV, glanced at the wall clock, and then at the ti on her phone.

"Riley, it’s twelve o’clock already, why hasn’t she co back yet? This is outrageous."

Saying this, Mrs. Hawthorne planned to call Riley to ask why she hadn’t returned.

The call went through, but no one answered.

"This girl, why isn’t she answering the phone?"

Just then, Caden Hawthorne ca downstairs to get water, saw Mrs. Hawthorne sitting on the sofa, and was initially surprised.

"Mom, why haven’t you slept yet, it’s so late?"

Mrs. Hawthorne hung up the call, "I was waiting for your sister; it’s so late and she hasn’t returned."

"Why wait for her? When she’s had enough fun she’ll naturally co back." Caden responded nonchalantly.

"Your sister never stays out past twelve, I called her but she didn’t answer." Mrs. Hawthorne said, her face worried, "Do you think she might have encountered so trouble?"