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.

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 spine, and he couldn't suppress the rising heat inside him. Unable to resist any longer, he

the embrace. Lost in

she froze in shock at the sight of the man lying

it Steven again?"

couldn't recall how

her foot hit the floor, she twisted her ankle. "Ah!" she cried out in

sat up and scooped Scarlett

of his scent and instinctively pushed at him. “Put me down!" she demanded, smacking

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

and carefully massaged it. For a brief moment, an unfamiliar warmth flickered

lazily watching TV without

propped up on the armrest. The coffee