Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Do You Want to Drink Too?
This conversation was extremely smooth.
Before leaving, Manager Morton left a message: "If the response is good, all of Rhea’s direct stores’ fragrances will be handed over to VK."
This action undoubtedly gave Nora Northwood a great boost.
The other few people in the studio decided to go to a bar to celebrate the successful deal that Nora negotiated.
The most excited person was Annie, who effortlessly booked a booth and informed everyone: "I’ve reserved a spot at Plotu."
This is a relatively famous bar in Stanton City, with enough style and relative safety.
By the time they arrived at Plotu, night had fully fallen.
Neon lights flashed incessantly along the street.
Led by Annie, the group weaved through the misty venue and finally stopped at Plotu’s largest booth.
Everyone around, both men and women, was observing them.
Who wouldn’t want to crash a booth that costs hundreds every night?
Only Nora Northwood seemed a bit dazed. It was her first time in such a place; her amber eyes roamed curiously around the surroundings.
Annie handed her a mixed Chivas, "Nora, cheers."
Nora wasn’t very good with foreign liquor, but not to ruin everyone’s mood, she sipped half a glass.
The fruity fragrance slipped down her throat, slightly burning.
She smacked her lips a few times, her voice swallowed by the deafening music, heard by no one.
After a few glasses of Chivas, Nora’s face had turned crimson.
In a haze, she seemed to see Jasper Sinclair’s figure approaching her.
"Lily, look, am I hallucinating?"
Nora grabbed the nearest Lily Sloan, pinching her face with Lily’s hand.
At this time, Lily Sloan was also about to lose it: "I think I see your man."
Through the mist, the face in front of her slowly became clear.
Nora lifted her glass, feeling impulsive, and slurred, "Hey handsome, want to have a drink with me too?"
Jasper quietly looked at her, noting her use of "too."
"Nora Northwood, do you really enjoy drinking?"
Since they got together, he hadn’t called her by her full name for a long time.
This call suddenly brought Nora halfway back to her senses.
"Jasper, Jasper Sinclair..."
She felt like a high school student caught doing something wrong, standing bolt upright yet meekly guilty.
It was past midnight when they left Plotu.
The cool night breeze made Nora shiver, and she nuzzled into Jasper’s neck like a child, "Jasper, I won’t do this next time."
"Nora, I’m driving, don’t move around."
Jasper planned to settle accounts with her after getting home, so he accelerated a little more.
Plotu was in Stanton City’s most bustling area, not far from Southwood Court.
When the car stopped at the apartment complex, Jasper found the person in the passenger seat already asleep.
He couldn’t bear to wake her, so quietly unbuckled both their seat belts.
"Click—"
The consecutive slight sounds made Nora pout in dissatisfaction.
Jasper’s throat bobbed, carefully studying her sleeping face post-intoxication.
The man was somewhat entranced, not knowing how much time had passed before he whispered softly in her ear, "Nora, let’s go to bed."
Then, he carried her all the way from the car to the bedroom.
Upon touching the bed, Nora twisted and turned, finally finding a comfortable position.
Jasper turned off the lights and feeling his way in the dark, went to the bathroom outside the master bedroom. When he returned, he found Nora already deeply asleep.
He bent down, his slightly lazy voice whispering into Nora’s ear: "Goodnight, Nora."