Chapter 665 Dinner Party (3) Out of Control
"Damn it!" Seraphina had cursed Dashiell in her head a million times.
Did Dashiell just ditch her and take off?
She could handle her liquor, but dealing with a bunch of strangers? Not her thing.
Just as she was plotting her escape, some guy spotted her, rushed over, and dragged her back to her seat. "Ms. Everhart, you're back! We've been waiting forever. Looks like you're not drunk yet. Impressive. Let's have another drink."
And just like that, Seraphina was roped into more drinking.
She silently cursed Dashiell's heartlessness with every sip.
After a few more rounds, Seraphina's vision started to blur.
Then, out of nowhere, Dashiell reappeared.
He sat next to her, face as blank as ever.
He looked exactly the same, no different from his usual self.
Where had Dashiell been? It seemed like he had been dodging the social scene for a while.
"Mr. Rainier, you're back! Thought you bailed," joked Landon Carter, a guy from the State Office.
"Mr. Carter, I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye. I just had to take an important call," Dashiell explained.
Seraphina listened, rolling her eyes internally.
She used to think Dashiell was pretty honest.
Now, he lied so smoothly.
"What important call? Your girlfriend?" Landon asked, curious.
"No," Dashiell denied.
"Mr. Rainier, you're so handsome. Got a girlfriend?" Landon pressed.
Dashiell replied, "I'm swamped with work right now, so no plans for that."
"Being busy shouldn't stop your love life," Landon disagreed. "But you're still young. Focus on your career, but if you meet the right person, go for it."
"Yeah," Dashiell nodded, clearly uninterested.
Landon added, "By the way, my daughter is graduating this year and joining the State Office. She might take over my job. When you have time, Mr. Rainier, you should meet her and give her some advice."
"In the future, I'll be the one needing Ms. Carter's help," Dashiell replied smoothly.
Seraphina listened, feeling indifferent.
She just thought Dashiell was pretty attractive.
Landon even wanted to set his daughter up with Dashiell.
At that dinner, Seraphina didn't drink much more.
She kept Dashiell's words in mind.
Why harm her body if she could drink less?
She just waited for the dinner to end.
Finally, after 9 PM, the room started to quiet down as people got drunk.
Just when Seraphina thought she could finally leave, a guy suddenly said, "Mr. Rainier, it's still early. I booked a private room at a nightclub. Let's go have a few more drinks."
Dashiell replied, "It's getting late..."
"It's not late at all. The night is young. Come on, I've already got the car ready," the guy insisted.
Landon didn't seem satisfied either.
He glanced around, and the others quickly caught on.One of them quickly chimed in, "Yeah, it's still early. Look, Mr. Rainier and Ms. Everhart are still so sober. Let's keep the party going. It's a rare occasion."
Landon seemed to agree, albeit reluctantly.
Since Landon was on board, the others naturally had to follow suit.
Seraphina went along with Dashiell.
They piled into a sedan.
In the car, Seraphina felt a bit chilly and wanted to close the open window.
She shut her window and frowned. "Dashiell, can you close your window? The wind's giving me a headache."
Drinking and the breeze could easily lead to a headache.
But Dashiell acted like he didn't hear her.
Annoyed, Seraphina moved to close the window herself. As she reached over, Dashiell suddenly barked, "Move over!"
The intensity of his voice made Seraphina's face twist in surprise.
Was she a beast or something?
Was she going to hurt him?
Did he need to be so harsh?
"I want to feel the wind," Dashiell said, turning his back to her.
The driver, who was about to close the window from the front, didn't dare make a move.
Seraphina stared at the back of Dashiell's head.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but she was so mad she lost her mind.
Dashiell told her to move over, but she refused.
She wanted to sit close to him.
She would do whatever she wanted.
Seraphina scooted over and sat next to Dashiell, their bodies touching.
Dashiell's eyes tightened.
Seraphina deliberately rubbed against him.
She thought, 'I don't believe you can kill me!'
Her actions became more direct.
At first, she just used her body to touch Dashiell.
Then she deliberately touched his body with her hand.
She touched his abs.
She remembered Dashiell's muscle lines were quite impressive.
He looked weak, but underneath his clothes, he was all muscle, completely different from his cold exterior.
Suddenly, Seraphina let out a scream.
The driver, driving the car, shivered.
He had no idea what was happening in the back seat.
"It hurts..." Seraphina couldn't help but shout.
She felt like Dashiell was crushing her hand.
"Let go of me. I won't touch you, okay? Let go of me!" Seraphina struggled.
She used all her strength.
The more she struggled, the tighter Dashiell held her.
Dashiell's face showed a murderous look.
Seraphina admitted she was scared. She wouldn't provoke Dashiell anymore.
He wanted to feel the breeze, and she let him soak it all in.
Even if it gave her a headache, she wouldn't resist.
Just when Seraphina thought her hand was going to break, the pain in her hand disappeared.
As she was about to move away from Dashiell, her body suddenly tightened.
The next second, she saw Dashiell pin her down on the back seat.
Seraphina's eyes widened.
Was Dashiell crazy or drunk?
Otherwise, why would he suddenly pin her down and kiss her so fiercely and passionately?
Seraphina's body tensed.
Where was Dashiell's hand touching?
She was kissed so hard by Dashiell that she couldn't breathe.
Her body, under his pressure, became completely powerless and incredibly soft.
The driver, driving the car, glanced back through the rearview mirror. He quickly looked away.
He knew nothing. He was just a driver.
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