Chapter 968 Vincent Fell into Liam's Hands
Back at home, Selene clung to Vincent like an octopus, absolutely refusing to let go.
Vincent tried to pry her off but couldn't break her grip.
Selene looked up at him. God, he was handsome... Was this a dream?
She'd had far too much to drink, and the alcohol had made her bold.
She grabbed Vincent's chin, giggling. "Hey, smile for me."
Vincent's temple throbbed with the beginnings of a headache. Mental note: Selene was a handful when drunk.
"Who am I?" Vincent asked the woman who had somehow attached herself to him without needing to be carried.
Selene tilted her head, studying him carefully. "Jerk!"
Vincent took a deep breath.
"At least you recognize me. Not bad, Selene." He smirked, planning to dump her in her room and go to bed himself.
"Vincent," Selene murmured, playing with his long hair as she rested on his shoulder.
Only Vincent could pull off long hair like that and still look so good.
"Hmm?" he responded.
"Would you be mad if I threw up on you?" she asked quietly.
Vincent froze, a terrible premonition washing over him.
He quickened his pace, trying to get her to the bathroom, but it was too late.
Selene vomited all over his back.
In that moment, Vincent felt murderous. Never in his life had he been so utterly disgusted. He'd brought this on himself, but he swore that if anyone ever let Selene drink again, he'd end them.
"SELENE!" Vincent growled through clenched teeth, delivering a sharp smack to her backside.
The slap made her burst into tears.
Vincent had intended to throw her away in disgust, but when she started crying, he found he couldn't do it.
Ignoring everything else, he rushed into the bathroom, stripped off his soiled clothes, and tossed them in the trash.
Fighting his anger, Vincent turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, still in his shirt and pants, just wanting to rinse off.
At this point, Vincent swore to himself that he had absolutely no intention of touching a drunk woman—especially not one who had just been sick.
But Selene was determined to test his limits.
She sat on the toilet, swaying as she watched Vincent, then burst out laughing. "You're showering with your clothes on! That's so silly!"
With that, she started trying to undress him.
Under the shower spray, Vincent's hair was soaked, his handsome face a mixture of annoyance and water droplets. His white shirt clung to him, revealing his muscular chest and abs.
It was far too tempting.
Selene buried her face against Vincent's chest, her hands tugging persistently at his belt.
After finally undoing it, she started trying to pull down his pants.
Vincent was losing his mind.
She was truly fearless.
"Selene, let go," Vincent ordered, clutching his pants while trying to make her release them.
They engaged in a brief tug-of-war.
It ended with Selene completely soaked and stripping off her own clothes.
"Selene, if you ever drink this much again, I'll—" Vincent was rendered speechless as Selene stripped herself completely naked.
She pushed Vincent aside, stood under the shower head, tilted her head back with her mouth open to catch the water, then swished it around before spitting it out, repeating the process several times.
Vincent leaned against the wall, watching her bizarre ritual with a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
He'd known many women of all types.
But he'd never met anyone quite like Selene.
It was... refreshing.
Taking off his shirt, Vincent grabbed a new toothbrush and toothpaste, pulled her close, and held her chin firmly as he brushed her teeth for her.
He'd officially surrendered.
"Stop moving! Don't you know how disgusting this is?" Vincent scolded, thinking of how she'd just been sick.
Selene stood there with a mouth full of toothpaste foam, her eyes unfocused, occasionally swaying as if she might fall.
Vincent kept her steady as he thoroughly cleaned her teeth, then filled the bathtub and placed her in it.
It was the first time in his life he'd taken care of someone like this.
The moment Vincent turned his back to grab something, Selene slid under the water, blowing bubbles.
With a sigh, he pulled her out, washed her hair, dried it, and finally put her to bed.
For a normal man to show such restraint, he thought he deserved some kind of medal.
He was practically a saint.
After taking a cold shower, Vincent emerged with a towel around his waist, only to find Selene wearing one of his oversized white T-shirts, her long legs exposed, jumping on his bed like it was a trampoline.
Vincent took a deep breath. If he restrained himself now, he wouldn't be a man.
He walked over and grabbed Selene, pinning her to the bed. "Selene, you're asking for this."
Selene reached up and squeezed his cheeks. "Hey, play with me. I'll pay you."
Vincent was not amused.
"Selene, look at me," he demanded.
She refused.
"Who am I?" he asked.
Selene glanced at him. "Bad man."
Vincent smiled helplessly and captured her lips with his.
Perhaps it was because he'd cleaned her up himself, but she smelled wonderful and tasted sweet.
"If we sleep together, you can't send me to prison," Selene mumbled.
She really had been terrified.
Vincent sighed, stroking her head. "Is this your first time?"
He might not be a good man in many ways, but he wouldn't be a monster about this.
Selene didn't answer, just grabbed a pillow and covered her head.
Vincent stopped fighting his desires, but knowing Selene was young and innocent, he gave her all the gentleness he could muster.
He'd never imagined he would go this far for a woman, but being tender with her felt natural, not forced.
"You bastard, it hurts," Selene cried.
Vincent held her close, comforting her for quite some time.
After all the exertion, Selene eventually cried herself out, finished cursing, and fell asleep in Vincent's arms.
He carried her to another room. He'd initially thought to call the housekeeper to clean up, but seeing the bloodstains on the white sheets, he decided to remove them himself to spare Selene the embarrassment in the morning.
On the balcony, Vincent sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette. After one drag, he found it tasteless and put it out.
Somehow, Selene's lips had tasted better than the cigarette.
Rubbing his forehead wearily, Vincent's gaze hardened.
He admitted that Selene was an unexpected factor in his life, but he didn't want to hurt her. That meant he needed to resolve the Lily situation quickly.
Otherwise, knowing Lily's nature, she would undoubtedly target Selene.
Vincent couldn't even bear to think about what he might do if Lily ever harmed Selene.
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