Chapter 262 You Handle It, I'm Taking a Shower
"I'm tired, I wanted to pull over and rest for a bit, but I ended up falling asleep."
Juniper walked around to the other side, opened the passenger door, and got in. "Perfect timing, take me home."
Simon chuckled. "You're not shy, are you? Alright then, I'll be a good guy today. Buckle up."
He floored the gas pedal, and the car shot forward like an arrow.
Juniper reminded. "Slow down, I haven't lived enough yet. I don't want to meet God with you!"
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
Juniper rolled her eyes at him.
Given their current relationship, even if they died, they'd be buried separately.
Twenty minutes later, Juniper said, "Just stop at the entrance of the neighborhood; I'll walk in myself."
"No way! I haven't dropped you off yet!" Simon turned the steering wheel and drove straight into the underground garage.
"Thanks." As the car came to a stop, Juniper opened the door and got out.
"You're just going to leave like that?"
Juniper paused. "Do I need to pay for the ride?"
"Given our relationship, it's not necessary, right?"
Juniper said, a bit impatiently, "Get to the point."
"I haven't had dinner, and now I'm hungry."
"So?"
"How about you make me something to eat at your place?"
Juniper declined. "Sorry, I can't cook."
Simon had clearly thought it through for her. "You don't have to cook. I saw some instant noodles in your cabinet last time. I'll make them myself."
"Alright then." Juniper turned and gestured for him to follow.
Simon quickly got out of the car, locked it, and eagerly followed her into the elevator.
Juniper said suddenly, "You could just find a restaurant outside or order takeout. Anything would be better than instant noodles."
"I just love instant noodles, so what?"
Juniper gave him a thumbs-up. "That's so you."
Simon was at a loss for words, feeling slightly mocked.
As Juniper entered the door code, Simon tried to peek but didn't manage to see it.
The door opened, and Juniper walked straight in, not bothering with him.
Simon walked in, changed his shoes, and made himself at home.
Juniper turned and pointed to the kitchen. "Help yourself. I'm going to take a shower."
With that, she went into the bedroom.
Simon looked around, checked the fridge, and found only instant noodles. Fortunately, the fridge was well-stocked with drinks, and the wine cabinet had a good selection of wines. He chose a bottle of red wine, decanted it, and placed it in the fridge. When the instant noodles were almost ready, he took out the wine.
Juniper came out of the shower in a white bathrobe, her hair wrapped up, and saw Simon squatting by the coffee table eating instant noodles while watching TV. A glass of red wine sat beside him, the glass fogged up.
"Did you put it in the fridge to chill?"
"Yeah!" He looked up, noodles still hanging from his mouth.
Juniper looked at him with disdain.
"Finish chewing before you talk to me. It's gross."
Simon slurped the noodles into his mouth. "The bowl's full of broken pieces, that's gross. You don't eat noodles like that, do you?"
Juniper stayed silent.
"Do you?" He pressed on.
Juniper said, "I don't eat instant noodles."
Simon wasn't buying any of it.
She turned to go back to her room, but he suddenly spoke, "Want a glass?"
Juniper looked back at the fogged-up wine decanter. It was her favorite wine, perfectly chilled. It was hard to resist the temptation. Then she said, "Alright!"
Simon immediately grabbed a glass. "Here, try it. I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
Juniper took the glass, her mouth twitching. "That's because my wine is good."
"Yes, your wine is good, and my decanting skills are good, okay?"
Just one sip, and Juniper had to admit that Simon was right.
"How is it? Didn't disappoint you, right?" Simon raised his chin, arms crossed.
"It's alright." She didn't want to praise him too much.
"Just alright?"
Juniper took another sip. "Yes."
"Hey, are you going to finish your noodles? They're getting soggy."
"Damn!" Simon quickly squatted back down to continue eating.
When he finished, an empty wine glass was thrust in front of him. The clear glass, curved surface, and the woman's slender fingers holding it caught him off guard. Her delicate wrist, smooth hand, and even her soft pink nails left Simon stunned.
"Did you hear me?"
Simon looked up, dazed. "What did you just say?"
Juniper repeated, "Got me another glass."
"Okay!"
Simon reached for the glass in a fluster, but in his haste, he grabbed Juniper's hand instead. In that moment, Simon felt a shock, a tingling sensation running through his body, making every pore react.
She slapped Simon, leaving him stunned. Instinctively, he pulled his hand back and glanced at the back of it—it was red! "Why did you hit me?"
"I asked you to pour wine, not to grope me. You deserved that, you pervert!"
"How was I being perverted? I just accidentally touched your hand, it's not like I touched anywhere else."
As he continued, Simon's voice grew weaker.
Whether it was because he had no argument or felt guilty, he lacked confidence.
Juniper glared. "You want to touch somewhere else? Seems like you've done plenty of perverted things before, and you're used to it, huh? Touching any part of a girl without her consent, whether it's her foot or her hair, is perverted. I went easy on you, didn't slap your face, and you're still not satisfied!"
Simon was about to argue, but Juniper interrupted, "Own up to your mistakes and accept the consequences. Stop making so many excuses."
Unable to argue, Simon had no choice but to pour Juniper another glass of wine. "I apologize; please drink."
"That's more like it." Juniper took a couple of sips and relaxed on the couch.
Simon poured himself a full glass too.
The more he drank, the more he felt the buzz. Juniper might be fierce, but she had good taste.
The night grew deeper. With each glass they downed, their intoxication deepened.
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