Free Web NovelChapter 747: Chapter 747: So Hot, So Very Hot
Chloe Summers sprawled across the bar’s glass counter, her innocent looks unknowingly attracting the attention of many men, as if they were all waiting for her to lose control.
Leon Rivers suddenly felt a sharp pang in his chest, grabbed the medical kit, and ran outside.
"Beauty, aren’t you feeling uncomfortable? Looking for someone to keep you company?" The man who drugged Chloe Summers leaned closer, trying to take advantage of her, "If you feel hot, you can take it off."
Chloe Summers kept scratching at herself but could still clearly see the disgusting face of the man, her face turned cold with a "Get lost."
"Oh, such a spicy temper, this isn’t tasty, little girls should behave," the man pushed his disgusting face closer.
Those hands touched her waist.
Suddenly, a male breath was near her. Chloe Summers’ body felt hotter, but at least she had stayed at Harold Chapman’s place before and had been trained; she could defend herself.
Chloe Summers turned around and grabbed the man’s hand, bent her arm and hit the man’s chest, her slender legs accurately attacking the man’s lower body.
The next second, an agonized scream cut through the loud music in the bar like a pig’s.
"Damn it, this chick is spicy," many men threw their bottles down and charged forward.
When Leon Rivers arrived, he saw chaos inside; everyone was fighting, all chanting, "This chick is mine." ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Chloe Summers," Leon Rivers’ face suddenly changed as he was about to rush into the crowd when a pair of soft, boneless hands climbed up his neatly pressed suit pants, slowly moving upwards.
Leon Rivers looked down, tensed up, and then lifted Chloe Summers up, "What are you doing here?"
"Hey, it’s all their fault for wanting to fight over me. I climbed out while they were fighting, hehe," Chloe Summers laughed foolishly,
Her laughter made Leon Rivers’ face darken, "Chloe Summers, did you forget what I said last time? Didn’t I tell you not to drink again? Hmm?"
Chloe Summers pouted discontentedly, her hands crawling up Leon Rivers’ neck, "Brother Harold, don’t be angry, I promise I won’t drink again, okay? I just wanted to see you, why are you in such a hurry?"
Leon Rivers’ face darkened from head to toe, silently picking Chloe Summers up and striding out of the bar, the person in his arms restlessly grinding against him.
Her face flushed, Leon Rivers, being a doctor, understood what was happening,
He opened the car door and placed Chloe Summers in the passenger seat, reaching back to grab the medical kit to give her some medicine.
But his hand was intercepted in the air, Chloe Summers drunkenly pressed his hand to her bosom, softly whispering, "Brother Harold, hot, so hot."
From Leon Rivers’ perspective, Chloe Summers was wearing a red dress, the neckline pulled down so low it couldn’t go lower, revealing a black bra, shining brightly, her pale cleavage clearly visible.
He didn’t move, but his eyes were extremely cold; she wanted to call Harold Chapman over, does that mean if Harold came, she would act the same way?
Would she pull his hand to her chest?
Leon Rivers’ chest was filled with anger, the thought of giving or not giving medicine was long gone, leaning over, he kissed her slightly parted lips, savoring the sweet taste from there.
