Drunk and Daring I Kissed a Tycoon novel Chapter 361

"No, I'm not going for a drive anymore."

"I'm homeless now. Can I stay with you?"

She conceded slightly and said, "Alright, I'll let you stay for two nights before my business trip, but only because I feel sorry for you since your apartment is occupied."

"You are truly beautiful and compassionate." Dominic gently caressed her neck, wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and rose from the suitcase. "Give me a hand inside. I've been sitting so long my legs are numb."

Vespera wrapped her arm around his waist, guiding the tall man into the room.

As she glanced at his long legs, she murmured under her breath, "Numb legs, huh? My waist might go numb soon too."

Dominic asked, "What did you say?"

Vespera plopped him onto the couch.

"Oh, nothing," she replied. "I just said it's fine to have numb legs. Mine are numb too. It's completely normal."

Dominic was speechless.

Vespera stepped out to grab the suitcase and brought it inside, then softly asked, "Would you like to sleep on the couch or the bed?"

The implication was clear. She was merely offering him a place to stay, not suggesting they cohabitate. Sharing a bed was one thing, living together was quite another. He could share the bed with her, but it didn't mean they were living together.

This was a matter of principle. Even if it was just an act, she needed to maintain appearances.

Dominic glanced at the couch. He felt a bit awkward and said, "I'm allergic to sleeping on the couch."

Vespera quickly responded, "In that case, I'll take the couch. You can have the bed."

Dominic looked at her and added, "I'll develop an allergy if you're not there with me."

Vespera sighed, "Then just don't sleep!"

He softly caressed her lips, then leaned down to kiss her forehead before getting up to sleep on the couch outside.

***

Early in the morning, Vespera was awakened by her alarm clock. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed, pondering what to have for breakfast. She slipped on her shoes and stepped off the bed. Upon opening the door, the delicious aroma of food greeted her.

"You're awake. Wash your face and come have breakfast," a clear and soothing male voice called out.

Vespera, only partially awake at about 40%, hadn't yet fully pieced together her memories. She turned her head toward the source of the sound.

There, in front of the dining room's glass window, stood a tall, strikingly handsome man dressed in white loungewear. He appeared relaxed and comfortable, his smile glowing in the sunlight.

The food was beautifully arranged with a perfect blend of colors. And the man, so attractive he seemed almost out of place in reality, was preparing breakfast for her.

He looked even more enticing than the breakfast itself. It was a scene one wouldn't dare invent even in a daydream. Her daydream was abruptly interrupted by the urgent ringing of the doorbell.