Suzanne Yates and Austin Hall novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Charles let out a long sigh. Running into this troublemaker felt like the worst lock in his lite

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Rubbing his aching temples, he instructed, “Take us to Yewton Hotel “

In the presidential site of veston Hotel, a thud echoed. The door swung open, and Charles carried Marsha inside.

They were both an absolute mess. The mixture of smells assaulted Charles‘ senses, making him lift his head in disgust.

“Marsha,” he grumbled. “You’re paying me back to this when you sober up”

Both his car and clothes were ruined, all thanks to her.

charles tried to set her down on the couch, but Marsha tightened her arms around his neck, Eyes still shut, she mumbled stubbornly, “No.”

Herponly get stronger

A vein throbbed on his forehead. Through gritted teeth, he growled, “Let go, or I’ll find someone to deal with you”

If he let her sleep like this, there was no telling what kind of mess she would stir up in the morning Worse, if Austin were to find out, Charles would be dead meat He struggled to pry het att, but she refused to badge.

His attempt to break freeted and instead made Marsha gag Charles‘ scalp went numb as his eyes widened in horror.

“Hell no Hold in!” he shouted, sprinting toward the bathroom with Marsha still in his arms

They barely made it inside before she puked

Charles face turned a sickly shade of green. “Marshahebellowed.

This damn woman! she kept this up, he was going to run out of clothes.

“Just end me now,” he groaned inwardly

Gagging he fought to keep himself together, his eyes stinging from the effort Meanwhile, Marsha remained blissfully unaware, lost in her drunken haze.

Without hesitation, Charles bummed on the shower and let the water wash over them, rinsing away the stench.

Marsha shivered, letting out a small, pitiful whimper. With her eyes still closed, she mumbled, “You’re so mean… for bullying me…”

Charles‘ lips nwitched “Who’s bullying who here?

she weren’t completely wasted, he would be the one giving ber hell

Feeling at his soaked shirt, Charles grabbed a fresh bathrobe from the rack and throw it on before storming out of the bathroom.

After arranging for a receptionist to take care of her, he finally collapsed onto the couch, utterly drained. He figured he should’ve just ignored that drunken mess from the start. By the time everything was settled, an hour had passed.

Sunding beside the bed, Charles looked down at Marsha under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Unlike her usual feisty self, Marsha looked peaceful, almost delicate.

Rubbing his forehead, he sighed, “You’d be a lot easier to deal with if you were alans this quiet.”

Even someone like him, who had seen his fair share of beautiful women, had to admit that she was breathtaking Toob

bad she was a handful

His gaze fell on her bare shoulder, and with a slight frown, he stepped forward and pulled the blindt over her Just as he was about to straighten up, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, Caught off guard, charles lost his balance and stumbled onto the bed.

His eyes widened.

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