Dauntless God of War

Chapter 492 Her Room

“What's wrong?” Luna asked after noticing the frown on Harold's face and how he still did not start the motorcycle although Michelle had sat tight.

“Nothing. Wait here for me. I'll be right back!” Harold replied as he glanced at Michelle's arms encircling his waist before starting the motorcycle and driving off, leaving Luna to wait at the hotel.

Following the address Luna had given him, it took Harold about ten minutes to send Michelle back to her rented apartment.

“Get down. We're here!” Harold snapped at Michelle, his tone icy. Her arms were still wrapped tightly around his waist.

He could tell that Michelle wasn't drunk. Otherwise, she would not be hugging him so tightly.

But why would she put on a drunken act just to have me send her home?

However, to Harold's surprise, as soon as his words left his mouth, Michelle felt nauseous and threw up all over his back.

The two of them were pressed up against each other, so her vomit had dirtied them both.

A pungent and disgusting smell wafted from behind Harold, causing him to feel sick, too.

Was I wrong? Is she really drunk?

As the horrible stench permeated the air, Harold began suspecting whether his judgment had been wrong.

“I-I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose! Why don't you help me upstairs? You can take off your jacket there so I can wash and dry it.”

Michelle seemed to have sobered up a little after vomiting the food and the whiskey from dinner. Her face turned red as she stared at her puke on his back and her chest.

Disgusted by the smell, Harold had no choice but to agree to Michelle's suggestion.

He helped the tipsy woman get off the motorcycle and allowed her to wrap one of her arms around his neck for support before carefully helping her upstairs.

From that angle, Harold's gaze landed precisely on the most seductive part of her body that would make any man lose control of themselves.

As expected of a female live streamer! Her cleavage is unbelievable! She was born to work in this industry!

After entering Michelle's apartment, Harold immediately helped her into the bathroom.

“Can you help me get a new set of clothes from my bedroom? Oh, a set of undergarments too!” Michelle called out from behind Harold just as he was about to leave the bathroom. She sounded somewhat intoxicated still.

“Wait here!”

Harold accepted her request and left the bathroom.

Michelle's rented apartment consisted of a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

The bedroom door was not closed, so Harold quickly walked in.