Rotten Twins: Making a CEO a Daddy นิยาย บท 29

The contract was signed and by the time everyone said their goodbyes, it was already past eleven.

Lyla had a little too much to drink. She was feeling a little tipsy.

When she got out of the hotel. Her spinning head made it hard for her to stand still. Lo and behold, she slipped and almost fell. When she was almost about to get intimate with the pavement, a pair of firm, large arms wrapped around her.

When she entered his warm embrace, she felt something weird inside her, towards Mark Pattinson.

“Are you alright?” Mark asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m fine. Thank you, President Pattinson,” said Lyla frantically. She could not even look him in the eye.

“Hmph. Why did you force yourself to drink if you can’t drink in the first place?” Mark scoffed.

Lyla lowered her head and noticed how she was still in Mark’s embrace. She could feel the honed muscle in his chest. The smell of alcohol mixed with a faint smell of cigar actually intoxicated her even more. The man was truly dangerous; Lyla was confident of her own self-control but when the man was just hugging her like that, she feared that even she would lose control.

She was afraid that she had to retreat away from him. Her frantic, terrified look made her look like a petrified little fawn.

“Hmph.” Mark Pattinson frowned hard after Lyla showed such reserve. “Wait here,” he said before he left in a hurry.

Lyla stood by the roadside curb, not knowing what to do.

Mark drove the car over and slowly drove closer to her.

“Get in!” he said. The tone was commanding.

“Thank you, President Pattinson. I’ll take the cab,” said Lyla. She was still looking around, waiting for a cab to drive by so she could hail them.

“Where’s the bravery from before? Are you really scared now?” said Mark condescending.

“Huh?! Who’s scared?!” Lyla pulled the door open and got into the car. To be honest, Lula was really scared. However, the reality was that she was drunk. Rather than getting into a stranger's car, she would rather sit in Mark Pattinson’s car.

As soon as Lyla got into the car, Mark stepped on the accelerator and zoomed down the road.

Lyla was feeling carsick and to make things worse, she had alcohol on her.

“President Pattinson, could you please drive slower?” Lyla was made nauseated by the speed to the point of vomiting.

“Is that it? I thought you’re not scared of anything!” Mark said. “How could you go that far for the sake of a contract?” His statement was either a praise or a taunt.

“I was afraid! But did you think I could back out of there?” Lyla answered with a question.

“What would you do if I wasn’t there?” To be honest, Mark Pattinson was not the kind of person that could do anything to achieve his goal. At the very least, he did not agree that one should sell one’s dignity out just for work.

That was the reason why M.K and Riddleson never got their contract sealed in.

“But, you’re here, aren’t you?” To be honest, Lyla was merely gambling her luck. She was not sure if Mark would actually come.

“So, how are you going to repay me?”” Mark’s tone suddenly became relaxed.