Chapter 808: Drunk
Gordon struggled to support Hannah as they headed for the stairs.
Even though Hannah was drunk, she sensed danger and wanted to escape. She felt something bad would happen if she left with him.
"I want to go home, I want to go home," she insisted.
Gordon tried to calm her down. "Okay, I'll take you home. Right now."
Hannah fought back. "No, I want to go home. You're a bad person. I want to go home."
Gordon, trying not to draw attention, kept his cool. "I'm not bad. Be good, I'll take you home. We're going home now."
Hannah looked at him, then suddenly slapped him hard.
The slap echoed.
Gordon was stunned.
Hannah slapped him again. "You bad person, I'll beat you to death!"
Anger surged in Gordon, his face twisted with rage. He gritted his teeth. "Be good, stop making a scene! Or I won't let you off," he hissed, trying to keep his voice low.
Hannah only caught the last part and started shouting, "Help, he's going to kill me, help, help!"
Her voice was loud enough for everyone on the second floor to hear.
Doors opened, and people came out to see what was happening.
Gordon didn't expect this. His face twitched, and his fists clenched. For the first time, he wanted to hit a woman. He wanted to kill her.
Hannah kept crying and shouting. "He's going to kill me. Help, someone save me. I'm so scared. Where are the police? I want to call the police."
Gordon felt humiliated. The thought of having sex with Hannah vanished. He left her there and walked away.
Hannah, weak and trembling, slid down the wall, crying. "I feel so awful. I'm so scared. Stella, where are you? Come save me."
"What is this place? What kind of company is this? I don't want to stay, I want to go home," she cried.
Her loud cries drew more people.
Charles stood at the front of the crowd, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Hannah crying against the wall.
Wyatt, standing next to him, awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Mr. Watson, I'll find someone to take her home."
Charles shook his head. "Leave it to me. I'll take her home."
Wyatt was surprised. "You're taking her home?"
Charles nodded, ignoring Wyatt's surprise, and squatted down to pull Hannah up. "Stop making a scene. I'll take you home."
Hannah, weak, collapsed against Charles's chest.
Wyatt said nothing more, turned, and left, dispersing the crowd.
Charles frowned slightly, holding Hannah's waist with one hand and struggling to call Stella with the other.
Before the call connected, Hannah's hand started wandering over his chest.
The call connected, and Stella's sweet voice came through. "Charles, why are you calling so late? What's up?"
Meanwhile, Hannah's hand moved from his chest to his neck and then to his face.
Hearing no response, Stella raised her voice. "Charles, what's wrong? Are you kidnapped? Should I call the police?"
Charles sighed. "Where does Hannah live?"
Stella paused, then squealed excitedly. Charles held the phone away until she stopped, then brought it back.
"Charles, I knew you'd like Hannah! She's great. I totally support you two. She'd make a great sister-in-law."
Charles's brow twitched. "You're overthinking it! She's drunk, and I'm taking her home. Or you can come pick her up."
"She's drunk? I told her not to drink, but she wouldn't listen."
Charles's forehead veins throbbed. He was barely holding back his anger.
Stella, sensing an opportunity, gave Charles Hannah's address. "I'm busy right now, can't come. You take her home. Her family moved to Germany, but she rented a place for her summer internship. Look after her for a bit. I'll come over when I'm done."
"Okay."
Before Charles could finish, Hannah grabbed his face and twisted his ears, forcing him to look at her. She didn't control her strength, and Charles winced in pain.
Stella heard the sound and asked anxiously, "Charles, what's wrong?"
Charles, never this close to a woman before, flushed red and tried to pull her hands away. As soon as he let go, Hannah's legs gave out, and she fell, pulling his ears even more painfully.
Stella asked again, "Charles, what's wrong? You sound like you're in pain. Is Hannah trying to kiss you?"
Charles sometimes wondered what went on in Stella's head. "I'm fine, hanging up now!" he said through gritted teeth.
He quickly hung up, put his phone back in his pocket, and held Hannah's waist again. "Behave, or I'll leave you on the street."
Hannah didn't seem to hear, tugging at his ears, leaning closer to see who he was. The person in front of her had several overlapping images, constantly swaying. She shook her head hard but still couldn't see clearly.
"Don't move," she said, frustrated, cupping Charles's face and trying to get closer.
Their faces got closer and closer. Charles could clearly smell her alcohol-laden breath; his breathing became erratic, and his heart raced.
Hannah frowned, pouting, tilting her head, looking innocent and silly. Seeing her like this, Charles was momentarily distracted, as if he saw Violet in her face, his eyes softening.
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