Turan Out 118

After the group had had enough to drink, Joshua found an opportunity to escort Jessica to the elevator, where Zachary came to take over. 

Jessica pushed Joshua away, staggering as she held onto the wall for support. 

“I can make it back on my own. 

Zachary disregarded her, taking the coat in Joshua’s hands and placing it over her instead. Then, he picked her up in a bridal carry. 

“How much did she have to drink?” he asked. 

Joshua answered, “All in all, two glasses of Atomic Peaches.” 

“She didn’t cross the line, did she?” 

“Not exactly…” 

Jessica chimed in, “That’s enough. Be quiet already.” 

Zachary and Joshua were both rendered speechless. 

“Take good care of Ms. York,” the former said to the latter. 

“I will,” came Joshua’s response. 

Zachary walked into the open elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. He lowered his head to gaze at Jessica, who had the guts to say whatever she wanted when she was drunk. 

“Are you asleep?” 

“No. My head’s spinning.” 

In her discomfort, she clung to him, hugging him tightly as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. 

Zachary let out a sigh, genuinely worried that she would one day fail to recognize anyone after getting drunk and just crawl right into another man’s embrace. 

Her alcohol tolerance was low, but she loved to party. 

When Zachary emerged from the bar, Blake was already waiting at the door. 

After getting into the car, Jessica let out a long exhale as she gazed out the window, her breath reeking of alcohol. Meanwhile, Zachary watched from beside her. 

The partition was put up, and the space in the back of the car grew cramped, with only dim light coming in intermittently. 

Zachary pulled her by her waist, placing her onto his lap. The light–headed Jessica grabbed his shoulders immediately, kneeling on the car seat. 

She did not know what to say. She almost let out a cry but was also afraid of Blake overhearing her while he drove. 

“What are you doing…” 

“Can’t I just hold you even if I’m not doing anything?” Zachary questioned back, his tone teasing as he smirked naughtily. 

“That’s not…” 

He stared at Jessica’s plump and red lips, as well as her alluring face that had flushed red. He couldn’t even be sure if she was blushing out of shyness or from the alcohol. 

He couldn’t help but reach out to brush a finger across her lips. His finger seemed to carry a flame, setting every inch of her skin ablaze wherever he touched. 

The fabric tucked into her skirt was yanked free. Zachary’s large hand began to wander around the small of her back. 

Jessica grabbed onto his hand, stopping him from messing around. “We’re in the car,” she reminded, a sober thought cutting through her clouded mind. 

“We’re in our own car that’s being driven by a licensed driver. We’re not breaking any laws.” 

“No, we still can’t-” 

“We’ve got many cars at home. We can change to a different one if this one gets dirty.” 

Jessica’s babbling mouth was instantly sealed shut by Zachary, 

Blake put the pedal to the metal. Once he returned to the basement parking lot at Zachary’s place, he fled from the car. 

“Sorry…” 

Jessica, with her face as red as a tomato as she lay on the backseat, called Zachary a bastard. 

He flung his coat to the trunk with a grin on his face. 

“You’re only able to insult me after having a couple of drunks. We’ll see if you’ll still have the guts to say that once you’ve sobered up tomorrow morning.” 

Chapter 118 

He gave her a pinch on the cheek, admiring her bare state. 

“Try me!” she challenged, sending a kick in his direction. 

Unexpectedly, he grabbed onto her foot. 

“What’s with the rush, darling?” 

“You’re a jerk, Zachary!” 

“I am if you say so…” 

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Zachary picked his coat up and covered Jessica with it, then lifted her into his arms. He took the ripped outfit in his hand and flung it straight into the trash. 

Jessica burrowed her head under his coat. Even so, she could still see several faint handprints 

that were left on the car window. 

When they got up to the second floor, Zachary stopped in the living room. He stared at the messy belongings on the floor, not needing to even ponder to know whose handiwork this 

was.