Chapter 771: No Interference
Harrison chuckled. "You see, Alex has been single for so many years. Isn't it time for him to have a sweet romance?"
"Yes." Paxton nodded.
"So you understand, Alex finally has a chance," Harrison said.
Paxton got it immediately. "I know what to do."
In the afternoon, Alex and Paxton went out. In the evening, they had a social event because they were leaving the next day, and the partners wanted to treat them to dinner.
At the dinner table, everyone had a great time. Alex could hold his liquor well; after two bottles of red wine, his face didn't even turn red.
It wasn't appropriate to openly get Alex drunk at the table, so Paxton followed the partners to the restroom midway.
Not long after they returned, the partners enthusiastically pulled Alex to the next venue.
They ended up at a nightclub, singing and drinking. Eventually, Alex got drunk.
Paxton took Alex back to the hotel and rang Clara's doorbell.
Clara opened the door and saw him with Alex.
"Is he drunk?" Clara asked.
Paxton's face was flushed from supporting Alex. "Miss Taylor, I have a favor to ask."
"Go ahead," Clara had a hunch.
"I have to work on a proposal tonight and can't take care of Alex. Could you please help me look after him?" Paxton said.
Paxton was afraid Clara would refuse and had already thought of an explanation.
To his surprise, Clara agreed immediately, "Sure, bring him to my room."
Alex was completely out of it. Paxton dropped him on the bed, gave a few hurried instructions, and then rushed out.
Back in his room, he immediately texted Harrison.
Clara looked at Alex, who was lying there like a lump of clay, and couldn't help but smile.
Clara said, "You took care of me last night, so I'll take care of you tonight, Alex. We really are fated."
Clara fetched a basin of water. She wasn't very good at taking care of people, but she had seen on TV that to take care of a drunk person, you should first wipe their face and hands and then help them change into more comfortable clothes.
She didn't have any men's clothes, so she took Alex's room key from his pocket and brought his pajamas over.
Clara wrung out a towel and gently wiped Alex's cheeks.
Alex's skin was quite nice, a sexy bronze color, with no visible pores.
His features weren't particularly delicate, but together they were at least decent.
But he gave off a very resolute feeling, full of a sense of security.
To be honest, Alex didn't meet her criteria for a partner, but feelings come when they come. Initially, she was just interested in Alex's physique, but now she found herself liking him.
Clara reached out and touched Alex's nose.
When her fingers slid to his lips, she swallowed and, almost involuntarily, lowered her head.
Suddenly, Alex opened his eyes, and their gazes met.
Her red lips almost touched his.
Clara hurriedly tried to get up, but a large hand pressed the back of her head, and she felt a soft touch on her lips.
Clara's eyes widened.
Alex opened his mouth and invaded her mouth wantonly.
Clara's wide eyes slowly narrowed, and her hand tangled in Alex's hair.
Her mouth tasted of sweetness and alcohol.
Maybe she hadn't sobered up from last night's drink, or maybe she was drunk again.
Alex and Clara's breathing deepened.
Slowly, Alex stopped moving.
Clara also stopped and looked at Alex's closed eyes.
'What was going on? Does he fall asleep while kissing?' Clara wondered.
Clara's heart sank, and she angrily bit his lip.
Even then, Alex didn't wake up.
That moment felt like a dream.
Clara had intended to help him change clothes, but in the end, she was too embarrassed. She just took off his shoes and covered him with a blanket.
Alex was a good drunk, not noisy or troublesome. He didn't talk in his sleep, and didn't vomit. He just furrowed his brows when he was uncomfortable.
There was only one bed, and Clara wasn't going to make herself sleep on the couch. She was going to sleep on the bed.
On the large double bed, they each took one side, not disturbing each other.
In the morning, Alex woke up feeling a weight on him.
Seeing Clara lying on him, he was a bit stunned.
Alex wondered, 'Why is Clara here? Did I take advantage of her while drunk last night?
Alex felt immensely guilty, as if he was doomed.
Clara turned over and rolled off him.
"You're awake?" Clara looked at him groggily, then went back to sleep.
Alex lifted the blanket and saw that his clothes were intact, and his worries disappeared.
Looking at Clara, there was nothing unusual about her either.
So nothing happened between them last night.
Alex felt both relieved and a bit disappointed.
Alex didn't dare ask why he was there. While Clara was still sleeping, he fled.
Clara sat up, hugging the blanket.
She found Alex increasingly adorable.
"Alex, I'm innocent," Paxton protested.,"You were the one who knocked on Miss Taylor's door last night, insisting she take care of you. I couldn't stop you."
"If you don't believe me, you can check the surveillance," Paxton added.
Anyway, the surveillance footage had already been deleted.
Alex frowned. Paxton was usually honest; he wouldn't casually send him to Clara.
Besides, Paxton didn't know about his relationship with Clara.
Alex said, "Forget it. Let's pack up. Our flight is in the afternoon."
"Miss Taylor took care of you all night. Shouldn't we treat her to a meal before we leave?" Paxton suggested, "We have enough time. Why not invite Miss Taylor and Soren to the hotel restaurant for a meal?"
Alex rubbed his temples. "We'll see."
"But I want to invite them. Soren helped me with a small favor yesterday, and I might not be able to contact him after we leave." Paxton insisted.
"Then go ahead." Alex agreed.
Paxton happily went to make the reservation.
Alex tried hard to recall last night's events. He had no memory of going to Clara, but he vividly remembered a dream.
In the dream, he kissed Clara wantonly.
Her lips were sweet.
At noon, under Paxton's arrangement, the four of them sat down together.
Alex had changed his clothes, and Clara was dressed beautifully in a white dress that made her look stunning.
Paxton played a little trick. When Clara and Soren arrived, he greeted Soren and had him sit next to him, leaving Clara to sit next to Alex.
He ordered a lot of dishes.
"Alex, Miss Taylor can't reach the dishes over there. Help her out," Paxton instructed.
Alex used the serving utensils to help Clara with the food.
"Thank you," Clara said.
She understood Paxton's matchmaking efforts and appreciated the gesture.
Alex was very quiet, while Paxton tried hard to keep talking, and Soren occasionally brought the topic back to Alex.
"Are you an only child, Alex?" Soren asked casually.
Alex shook his head.
"Where are you from, Alex?"
"City E."
City E was a remote and poor city.
Alex suddenly thought of something.
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