Chapter 15 Had he sexually assaulted me?

***Oliver's POV***
The bottle was only half full. Damn, Jerry wouldn't let the Princess drink so much wine? The wine was high in strength, even though it didn't feel like it while drinking.
"Princess, you've only just recovered, you can't drink that much wine."
Princess Angelina giggled; she reached out her finger, nudged my nose, and then fell into my arms, "Oliver, is it true what Jerry said about you falling in love with me at first sight?"
I twisted my head to glare at Jerry, who sheepishly avoided my gaze.
" Fake. Princess. He's joking with you."
The Princess climbed on my shoulders, hooked her arms around my neck, leaned into my ear, and said with a smile, "I know. I know. Oliver, I guess you love Jerry, don't you?"
Of course not! She's making wild guesses!
"Don't talk nonsense, Princess. You're drunk, I'll take you home."
"I guessed right, didn't I? You're gay, and you must like Jerry. Jerry is so cute and humorous, you must like him. Haha I know another secret about you."
I was going to deny it. But when I heard that the Princess admired Jerry so much, I felt jealous as hell again.
So, Princess Angelina thinks that Prince Adam and Alex are loyal and reliable and that Prince Jerry is handsome and funny, but she thinks that I, Prince Oliver, am gay so far.
"Princess, I'm telling you for the record, I'm not..."
"Oh, why are your clothes so wet? It's so cold." The Princess whined.
My words were interrupted by her whining. I wasn't going to continue; there was no point in talking to a drunk.
"Where do you live? I'll take you back."
"Sure. Let's take little Jerry..."
"No Jerry, he wants to stay here and drink alone. He doesn't want to go back."
I warned Jerry with my eyes, and he immediately retracted his feet and sat back in his seat.
Don't blame me for being cruel. I was afraid he would say something to Princess Angelina in the car that he shouldn't have.
I took Princess Angelina to the bar door and called my subordinates to drive over.
Princess Angelina was getting drunker and drunker. She could walk on her own before, but now her whole body was almost leaning on me.
I was thankful that I was the one who sent her home. I can't imagine the Princess was leaning on Adam or Alex like this if it was them.
I would have gone crazy with jealousy.
The less one expects something, the more likely it will happen. I saw a car pull up, and then Alex and Adam got out of it.
"Let go of the princess!" Adam shouted.
I glanced at him, then reached out and put my arm around Princess's shoulders, "Princess is drunk. I'll take care of getting her home."
"No need, it's my responsibility to take the princess home." Alex said coldly.
I was surprised that Alex could talk. After knowing him for so many years, Adam always spoke instead of Alex, and Alex never said. I suspected that he was mute or stuttered in the past.
I sneered and said, "Responsibility?Leaving the Princess alone in the bar while you two disappear. Is that how you fulfill your responsibilities?"
Adam: "We just left to carry out the princess' orders. You have no right to criticize us, Prince Oliver."
"Are the Princess's orders more important than the Princess's safety? You guys can't even distinguish this most basic thing, how are you going to convince me to confidently hand over the Princess to your protection?"
Adam seemed to want to retort, but couldn't say a complete sentence, "But, but..."
I saw my subordinates bring the car, so I planned to embrace Princess Angelina into the car.
Alex reached out to stop us: "Oliver, is your way of protecting the Princess, is to let her get drunk? I am never going to let you leave alone with the unconscious princess."
"Sounds like you want to fight? Do you think you and Adam can beat me?"
Adam and Alex looked at each other, then tacitly assumed a combat stance.
"Just because we couldn't beat you once, doesn't mean we can't beat you now." Adam said.
"Want to take the princess away, unless you step over our dead bodies." Alex said.
"Two against one, shame on you guys.You two have been like this since you were kids, teaming up to defy others."
Jerry's voice came from behind me. He walked out of the bar door and stood in front of me.
"Bro, you go first, I'll stop them."
"Thanks bro." I said gratefully, "But, can you beat them alone?"
"It doesn't matter, I can hold back the pain."
"Don't be ridiculous. Find the right moment and run away, don't tangle with them."
"Got it."
I carried Princess Angelina to the car. My original plan was to take her home, but it occurred that Adam and Alex also knew where she lived and I didn't want them to find her.
I wasn't sure what Adam thought, but I had a feeling that Alex must be fond of Princess Angelina. Alex didn't show much desire for the throne, but he showed a strong possessive desire for Princess Angelina.
I don't feel comfortable letting a drunk Princess Angelina and Alex be together. Pure-blood werewolves do not necessarily have stronger self-control than hybrid werewolves.
I asked my subordinates to drive the car toward my house.
I bought a villa outside the palace and just haven't been there for a long time. My servants will go over and clean it regularly.
Princess Angelina leaned over the car window, looking out and giggling.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
She was counting the cars passing by.
I've never seen a girl so smiley and well-behaved when she's drunk. If she really is my mate, then I must be the luckiest man in the world.

***Angelina's POV***
I had a lot of chaotic dreams all night.
I can't remember the full content of the dreams, but I have some vague fragments in my mind.
It seemed that someone was holding my hand tightly and stroking my head in the dream.
In the dream, someone gently patted my back and whispered to comfort me: "There, there."
Other than that, the rest was all scenes of Matthew extracting my bone marrow.
When I woke up, I was drenched in sweat.
I saw the unfamiliar surroundings and sat up from the bed at once.
That's when I saw Oliver lying next to me, and our hands clasped together.
I was so scared that I immediately pulled my hand out.
My goodness, me and Oliver, sleeping in the same bed last night?
He wasn't wearing a shirt, and his arms were covered in scratches and bite marks.
A wave of fear washed over me. Had he sexually assaulted me last night? I must have scratched and bitten him hard when I resisted, and that left these scars.
I grabbed a vase from the bed and smashed it over his head out of anger: "Fuck you Oliver! You Bastard! Scum!"