Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 396

Steven stared at Scarlett for a moment, completely dazed. "Scarlett, you're so beautiful."

"Ugh, how cheesy," Scarlett muttered, clearly tipsy herself.

After another ten minutes or so, Scarlett was just as drunk as Steven. With what little sense he had left, Steven managed to call a cab, gave the driver his home address, and promptly passed out.

When the driver finally woke them up, Steven groggily opened his eyes and saw Scarlett still half-asleep. Unsteady on his feet, he helped her out of the car and into his house. The scene felt oddly familiar-just like the last time his friend had brought Scarlett to his place.

Once inside, Steven carefully laid Scarlett on the bed. Just as he turned to leave, he tripped and fell to the floor. Before he could get up, Scarlett's arm draped across his chest.

Gently, he moved her arm off him, but the moment he let go, she threw it back over him. This happened several times before Steven gave up, exhaling in defeat.

The faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air. Steven turned his head and found himself face-to-face with Scarlett. He stared at her for what felt like an eternity, his eyes burning from the effort to keep looking. Finally, he forced himself to turn away.

graceful. She rolled over, half-pinning Steven beneath her. Her face ended up nestled against his neck, her warm breath brushing against his skin. The soft sensation sent a ticklish shiver down his

in her drunken haze, instinctively returned the embrace. Lost in

adjusted, she froze in

is it Steven again?" she muttered,

surface in her mind, but she couldn't recall how she'd ended up at Steven's place or how they'd ended up in bed

as her foot hit the floor,

awake at her shout. He quickly sat up and scooped Scarlett into his arms. "What happened?" he asked, his voice

and instinctively pushed at him. “Put me

ankle. How are you supposed to walk like this?" Steven replied, refusing to let go.

wrapped her ankle and carefully massaged it. For a brief moment, an unfamiliar warmth flickered in her

on the couch, lazily watching TV

on the armrest. The coffee table in front of her was covered