Chapter 15

Claire was tipsy.

Liam took her to the parking lot, opened the passenger door with one hand, and asked her to get in.

Claire refused. She was drunk, but she hadn't completely lost her ability to think.

She leaned against the car door, her head slightly tilted back and her red lips parted as she spoke in a husky voice, "Liam, I don't want to go home with you. We're getting divorced!"

Liam looked down at her, his deep eyes fixed on her, observing her drunken allure.

He had never seen Claire like this before.

Dressed in a champagne-colored silk blouse and a fishtail skirt, her outfit was usually very dignified but now exuded feminine charm.

Every inch of her curves seemed to invite a man's touch, a desire to possess.

Liam leaned close to her ear, his voice low and intense as he whispered, “Look at you now. Where is the semblance of a respectable woman?”

Claire looked up at him. Her gaze seemed clear for a moment but then became muddled again.

Liam gave up reasoning with her and directly pushed her into the car with a hint of roughness.

Claire struggled to get out of the car. She leaned back against the seat, continuously muttering things Liam didn't like to hear.

Liam was quite annoyed. He locked the door from inside and was about to fasten Claire's seatbelt when he noticed the car opposite and the person sitting inside it.

It was Colin.

The headlights of both cars were on, and the two men sat in their cars, staring at each other.

Colin's face darkened, and so was Liam's.

After a long while, Liam turned to fasten Claire's seatbelt. Half-asleep and half-awake from drunkenness, she moved uncomfortably and continued to murmur, "I don't want to go back with you!"

Liam gently touched her delicate face, his voice slightly hoarse. "If you don't go back with me, who will you go back with?"

With that said, he ignored whatever else she might say. He sat upright and looked at Colin across from him.

Under Colin's gaze, he drove away with Claire.

As the two luxury cars passed each other, Colin's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly while Liam let out a cold chuckle.

...

The city lights dimmed as the night deepened.

Liam's car slowly drove into the villa. Hearing the noise, a maid immediately came over to open the car door for him and asked respectfully, "Sir, do you need me to prepare a late-night snack?"

She paused for a moment after speaking, "Madam is back!"

Liam unbuckled his seatbelt and said calmly, "Prepare some tea and bring it upstairs later. Madam is drunk."

The maid nodded quickly and went to do it.

Liam then turned to look at Claire in the passenger seat.

Claire had fallen asleep in the car. As he watched her peaceful expression, Liam felt his throat tighten, struggling to swallow. Just the sight of her was enough to ignite a fire within him that he could no longer suppress.

Liam was a normal man, and it had been a long time since he had been with a woman. He leaned closer, his hand brushing against her cheek, his dark eyes fixated on her face, studying her features and the way she seemed to relax under his touch.

Claire let out soft, involuntary moans in her sleep, murmuring his name over and over again, “Liam... Liam...”

With a click, Liam unfastened her seatbelt. He got out of the car and carried Claire horizontally out of it before walking straight towards the villa.

Claire felt dizzy from being shaken by him after drinking. She couldn't help but tighten her arms around Liam's neck as she nestled against his neck repeatedly moaning, "Liam... Slow down..."

She was clearly saying to walk more slowly, but Liam couldn’t help but interpret it with a seductive undertone.

Unable to resist, Liam leaned down to kiss her, their lips meeting in a fervent embrace as they continued to walk. The taste of red wine lingered between them, mingling with their shared desire, igniting a passion that had been building between them.

In the master bedroom, the crystal chandelier sparkled brilliantly.

On the floor, clothes were scattered haphazardly, men's shirts and belts intertwined with women's skirts and stockings, a chaotic mix that was thrilling to behold.

The maid had prepared the tea, originally meant to be delivered.

As she peered through the crack in the door, she caught a glimpse of the luxurious bed, where an alluring scene unfolded. Realizing the intimacy of the moment, she quickly stepped back, her heart racing at the sight.