Chapter 984 Can You Take Me Home? I'm Feeling Unwell
After leaving the club's private room, Emily and Violet headed to the parking lot.
Lucien followed closely behind, but he had just downed a large glass of wine, making it impossible for him to drive. He decided to call for a ride service.
As he dialed the number, he started feeling extremely uncomfortable.
His head was spinning, and his throat was dry and scratchy.
He knew this wasn't just a cold; he suspected someone had tampered with his drink.
Lucien tried to tough it out and get home, so he instinctively took a few steps toward his car. He leaned on the hood with one hand and continued dialing.
To an onlooker, it would seem like he was just drunk.
So when Brady got out of his car to meet Violet and saw Lucien looking unwell, he asked, "What's up with Professor Moreau?"
Violet glanced back at Lucien, frowning slightly. "He had a drink for Emily. I think he might be drunk."
"How's he going to get home like that? I'll go check on him," Brady said, starting to move.
Emily suddenly interjected, "Mr. Hall, you don't need to bother. You take Violet home first. I'll handle this."
Violet was surprised. "Can you handle it? You don't even like dealing with him."
"He took a drink for me. I don't like owing people," Emily said firmly. Who cared if he took the drink?
"Are you sure?" Violet was worried. "What if Willow comes out?"
"If she does, I'll just call a ride service for him," Emily said nonchalantly. "You two go ahead."
She really didn't want to trouble Violet any further.
The gathering today was because of her, and Violet had only come for her sake.
Violet still felt uneasy and was about to say something, but Brady stopped her, signaling with his eyes, "Since Emily wants to handle it, let her. We're just outsiders."
Violet finally relented. "Be careful, okay?"
"I will. Goodnight."
"Alright." Violet hugged her, then got into the car with Brady and left.
Emily watched their car drive away before walking over to Lucien. Her voice was cold and emotionless. "I'll call a ride service for you. I don't want to owe you for today."
As she spoke, the faint, sweet scent of pear from her perfume wafted into Lucien's nose.
The scent was sweet and pleasant.
But not overpowering.
Lucien inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening. He fought through his discomfort, turned to look at her, and grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse. "Can you take me home?"
"Why would I take you home? I'll call a ride service for you." She didn't want to owe him anything, which was why she came over to check on him.
She tried to push him away.
Lucien didn't give her the chance. He forcefully pulled her into the car, placing her in the driver's seat and fastening her seatbelt.
Then he got into the passenger seat.
"Lucien, I can call a ride service. I don't want to take you home," Emily said angrily, ready to get out of the car.
Lucien, enduring his discomfort, furrowed his brows. "Just this once, take me home? Please?"
Emily was about to refuse, but his hand felt unusually warm.
Was he really drunk?
Thinking this, Emily hesitated for a few seconds, then started the car. "Where do you live?"
"Maple Grove Apartments."
"I'll drop you at the entrance," Emily said coldly, stepping on the accelerator and speeding off.
As Lucien's car sped away, Willow emerged from the club.
She looked around the parking lot, but no one was there.
Violet was gone, Emily was gone, and even Lucien was gone.
Willow stomped her high heel in frustration. She had gone to great lengths to spike his drink, and now he was gone?
She hadn't gotten anything out of it!
Meanwhile, Emily followed the GPS and smoothly drove to the entrance of Lucien's upscale apartment complex, Maple Grove Apartments.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, her voice cold and slightly annoyed. "We're here."
If he hadn't taken that drink for her, she wouldn't have bothered driving him.
She reached for the door handle to get out.
But just as her hand touched the handle, the man in the passenger seat suddenly leaned over.
His tall frame pressed down on Emily, his fingers gripping her chin. His lips, tasting of alcohol, were gentle yet assertive as they covered hers.
He kissed her forcefully, passionately.
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