Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon

Chapter 411

Dominic was at a loss for words.

People inside the venue poked their heads out, trying to see what all the fuss was about. From their angle, it looked like Vespera had just slapped Dominic across the face. Someone even dropped their wine glass.

But to everyone's shock, Dominic didn't seem angry at all. In fact, his head tilted slightly down, and he leaned in a little. He kissed Vespera's hand! He just got slapped, and now he was kissing her hand?

"If you're feeding me, could you do it a bit more gently?" Dominic murmured, his voice low.

The words drifted through the air like a dream. Vespera blinked her eyes and promptly slapped her hand back over Dominic's mouth. She said, "Eat properly. If you get too skinny, you won't be good-looking anymore."

Dominic chuckled. Clearly, Vespera had gotten so drunk that logic could no longer be applied. To play along, he moved his lips beneath her hand and said, "Alright. I ate it."

It was only then that Vespera looked pleased. Her hand dropped onto Dominic's shoulder, fingers wandering upward to gently tousle the hair at the nape of his neck. She mumbled, "Good boy."

Dominic wondered what Vespera was treating him as. Feeling helpless, he had no idea how her mind worked when she was drunk.

Dominic the imaginary ham, she finally settled down, going limp in his arms. He then carried

became the center of attention. Dominic couldn't leave with

Her eyes narrowed, and she hummed off-key. One

was the kind of embarrassment that

Vespera. He let her do whatever she wanted, so the others pretended none of it was happening. Still, even with collective denial, people couldn't help

be toward his subordinates, wasn't this a bit too much? Vespera was this close to

said Dominic, wrapping up his

in his arms. As he passed Gerard, he shot the latter a sharp glance. His glance meant,

with a beautiful colleague who had just invited him over after the party. He was picturing a very beautiful night, then along

that Dominic was heartbroken, he didn't

let's go," said

but to bid farewell to the beautiful colleague apologetically. Before he could say another word, Calvert tugged at him again and said, "Gerard, stop chatting.

heard you!" Gerard

wasn't enough? Now, Calvert had to join in, too? Calvert kept telling Gerard to leave. Couldn't they leave by themselves? Why

Gerard a regretful wave as