Chapter 413: 412 Junior President Payne is one of us, take her to a hotel room (2 updates) Chapter 413: 412 Junior President Payne is one of us, take her to a hotel room (2 updates) Looking at him, she seed to be confirming the truth of Tim Payne’s words, but then she thought that since she had no entanglent with him, there was no need for Junior President Payne to lie to her.
Even if there was no Marigold, Beckett Jeans would always be surrounded by other won indulging in pleasure.
This Junior President Payne wasn’t young anymore…
Never been in a relationship?
What does he do all day then?
“What about you? What kind of person do you like?” Tim asked in return, interrupting her train of thought.
“Obviously, I would want soone who is devoted and responsible, who only treats well, but living in such a family, many things are not up to to decide. Once the matter with Marigold is settled, my stepmother is sure to stir up trouble.”
“She suffered a loss at the engagent party, and she will definitely make a fuss when it cos to my marriage.”
“The Jones Family’s company is in trouble lately, so it’s possible they will marry off in an alliance.”
Tim Payne responded noncommittally, “So, what do you plan to do?”
“We’ll see.”
Cressida Jones, holding a glass of wine, said “Junior President Payne, let toast to you once more.”
Tim Payne watched her down the glass, “You’re drinking too fast and it’s easy to get drunk.”
“It’s ok, let be drunk. It’s a rare occasion to be happy, finally got rid of that scumbag and broke off the engagent. It’s just that I still have to pretend to be upset about being abandoned in front of my family and the public.”
Tim Payne remained silent.
Just silently glanced at her.
Her words sounded like they ant:
He’s one of us!
Cressida Jones said it without thinking much, but Tim Payne’s thoughts wavered slightly.
In between, Tim Payne’s phone vibrated, and he went outside to answer a call from William Hale, “What’s up, calling at this hour?”
“Bro, have you been busy lately?”
“Not really.”
“Help design a necklace. I’ve drawn a rough sketch and would like you to help refine and revise it. Shall I co find you later?”
“I’m busy; just send it to on my phone.”
“Business at the company?” Finn Hale had dinner at the Payne Family today, and heard his father-in-law ntion that the factory was mostly on holiday, and the company was not very busy. So what was his brother-in-law busy with?
Junior President Payne took a deep breath; having a brother-in-law who was too perceptive wasn’t always a good thing, “Why? Are you curious about my personal itinerary?”
“Just asking casually. If you’re busy, go ahead.”
William Hale felt that his brother-in-law was a bit strange.
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When Tim Payne returned to the private room, Cressida Jones had already drunk quite a bit.
The heating was strong in the room, and her face was flushed with alcohol.
Naturally pale, she looked up at him when she heard noises, her eyes like pools of spring water, glistening and clear, her lips lightly tinted by the alcohol to a faint blush, smiling at him, exuding a subtle and elegant charm.
“Have you drunk a lot?”
“Don’t worry, I just had so sobriety sweets.”
After staying in the private room for a while longer, Cressida Jones staggered to her feet when she was about to leave, apparently forgetting that she was the host for the evening. She wanted to sober up a bit but didn’t even properly put on her coat before stumbling out to the restaurant entrance.
The cool breeze blew, dispelling the heat and indeed making her feel much more comfortable.
She subconsciously reached out to tug at her neckline, hoping for the wind to co.
“Miss Jones,” Tim Payne, having paid the bill, approached her, “It’s cold, put on your clothes properly.”
Cressida Jones made an effort to steady herself and looked at him, then nodded seriously, “Okay, I’ll listen to you.”
Tim Payne chuckled softly:
Good,
At least she’s obedient when drunk, not throwing a drunken tantrum.
She wore a zip-up down jacket, and at this mont, many blurry images swayed in front of her eyes, making it impossible for her to align the zipper. This was making her a bit anxious, and she looked at Tim Payne, “What to do? I can’t zip it.”
Her voice was softened and sweet, perhaps llowed by the alcohol.
With a hint of coquetry.
It made one’s throat feel itchy and dry.
Tim Payne’s Adam’s apple bobbed gently as he adjusted his breathing, his tone now a few beats lighter than before, he said, “I’ll help you.”
Assistant Law was sitting in the car at that mont. It was cold outside and the car was slow to start. He planned to get in the car early and turn on the heating. But once he focused his eyes, he saw Junior President Payne, bending over and helping Miss Jones put on her clothes.
Good grief—
It was only a al.
Since when had they beco so intimate?
The zipper was pulled up with ease, helping her dress properly, and Cressida was well-behaved and even politely said, “Thank you.”
“Let’s go, I’ll take you ho.”
As Tim Payne spoke, he turned to leave.
The word “ho” seed to strike her, and suddenly Cressida reached out to grab his clothes, “Can I… not go ho?”
“Where do you want to go then?” Tim Payne turned around, his gaze shifting down to her tight grip on his clothes.
“I…”
Cressida had indeed been drinking and her mind was muddled. Could she really not think of anywhere to go?
Tim Payne couldn’t stand with her in the cold wind either, so he could only persuade her softly, “Get in the car first, then we’ll talk.”
“Promise first, don’t take ho.”
Tim Payne nodded, and only then did she get in the car and sit obediently. Assistant Law almost laughed out loud at the sight. Miss Jones beca as docile as a primary school student after drinking.
It all seed as if she had been lured away by his Junior President Payne.
“That… Junior President Payne,” Assistant Law coughed, “Miss Jones’s seat belt.”
Tim Payne nodded and leaned over.
As he got closer, her breath was tinged with alcohol, fluttering lightly and heavily on his cheek and neck, setting his skin ablaze and making his heart pound erratically.
The heat made him uncomfortable all over.
As he straightened his back, Assistant Law asked, “Should we take Miss Jones ho first?”
“Just drive,” Tim Payne unbuttoned a button at his collar.
After getting drunk, Cressida behaved well, leaning against the seat, looking out at the night view through the window, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Only then did Assistant Law ask in a low voice, “Are we going to the Jones place?”
Tim Payne massaged his temples; he was also troubled by this.
The Jones Family wasn’t full of good people, and now that she was out of it from the alcohol, if her stepmother or stepsister took the chance to do harm, trouble might arise, and he couldn’t bring her back to his place; it wasn’t proper.
After pondering for a mont, he said, “Go to a hotel.”
Assistant Law’s pupils widened: “You’re going to book a room with her?”
This…
That’s not appropriate!
Taking advantage when soone has had too much to drink, that’s a cri.
Seeing the expression on his assistant’s face, Tim Payne knew he wasn’t holding back any good opinions, thinking his assistant was becoming increasingly unsatisfactory and simply considering getting a new one like Finn Hale.
“I’m booking a room so she can rest, would you rather I take her back to my place?”
“It’s not like she hasn’t been there before,” Assistant Law muttered under his breath.
“…”
Tim Payne only felt a headache coming on.
He made a phone reservation, booked a hotel, and when they arrived at the underground parking, Tim Payne got out first. Assistant Law opened the car door on Cressida’s side and saw her still deep in sleep, hesitating.
“What are you dithering about?” Tim Payne frowned.
“She’s sound asleep, I called her twice and she didn’t respond; maybe… you should carry her up?”
The look on Tim Payne’s face seed to say:
Are you joking with ?
Assistant Law chuckled sheepishly, “Otherwise, should I carry her?”
Tim Payne narrowed his eyes, looking at his assistant:
Why don’t you try?
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