Chapter 929 Getting Drunk

Steven couldn't control his laughter. Carla was incredibly cute when she was drunk.

"No, I don't think you can sleep on my bed. You'll regret your decision once you sober up."

Steven was right. Terence would be furious at her if he found out that she had spent even a second in Steven's room, let alone the entire night. The best thing to do was to send Carla back to her own room when Carol returned with the soup.

But to Steven's surprise, Carla broke into a fit of laughter.

"I can't sleep on your bed? You're unusually funny today, Terence. Are you also drunk?"

Carla's laughter was infectious and Steven couldn't help but laugh at how funny she was. A lingering grin was etched on his handsome face as he picked Carla up and carried her to the couch in the living room.

"Rest here while I bring a blanket."

Steven dropped her on the couch and before he could lift his head, Carla's arms snaked around his neck. She brought his body impossibly close to hers.

Steven's heart was drumming loudly in his chest and his face turned red.

"Your arms are warm and comfortable. I don't need a blanket, ''

Carla mumbled and ruffled his hair.

Steven gulped loudly at Carla's response. He was in deep trouble because Carla had mistaken him for Terence. Her sweet scent enveloped his body, making his mouth water. His body temperature spiked in an instant and he had to summon every ounce of his strength to resist his urges.

Steven snapped from his little fantasy when he heard someone clear her throat.

When he turned his head, he saw Carol standing by the door.

Steven clumsily freed himself from Carla's hold and stood up.

"Err... I've asked the servant to make some hangover soup for Mrs. An. She will bring it here later," Carol said, glancing at the ground. "Mr. Su, can you please help me take Mrs. An back to her room?"

Carol frowned as she glanced at Carla who had passed out on the couch.

"Yeah, sure."

Steven effortlessly picked her up and walked towards the door.

Surprisingly, Carla did not protest or create a ruckus. She clung onto him tightly almost as if she was afraid of falling. "Let's go. Take me to the bedroom!'' She burped loudly.

Her face was flustered because of alcohol, which made her look prettier.

He couldn't take his eyes off her beautiful

playing with the water.

Afraid that Carla might catch a cold, Terence added some hot water into the bathtub. He removed his clothes, which were completely soaked.

He stood in front of the shower and let the water flow down his body.

Carla's eyes widened when she saw the water ripple down his chiseled torso.

Several minutes later, Terence wrapped a towel on his waist and stepped out. He shuddered when his gaze settled on Carla.

Carla was looking like a drunk kitten as a thin streak of blood dribbled from her nose. She was staring at him with hungry eyes.

Terence lunged forward, grabbed a piece of tissue and pressed it against her nose. He blew a loud breath and pulled her out of the water.

Once the bleeding had stopped, Terence quickly wrapped her in a towel and carried her to the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and walked to the mirror to dry his hair, which was dripping with water.

When he returned to the bed, he saw Carla sprawled on the bed, almost completely naked. His eyes wandered across the room, scanning for her clothes. But he couldn't find them anywhere.

Terence frowned at Carla who was resting on the bed with a small smile on her face.

"Carla? Don't you feel cold?"

he asked.

"No, I'm not. I have you to warm me up." Carla effortlessly discarded her final piece of clothing and smiled at him seductively.

Terence was aroused by Carla's move. She was a horny little cat, waiting to pounce on him.

He closed his eyes and promised himself never to get her drunk, ever again.