Chapter 278

Perhaps it had been too long since he had had sexual intercourse.

A sense of regret filled his heart. He lowered his head and gazed at her with a touch of disgust, but also with some hidden meaning...

Winnie also looked at him, but quickly averted her cherry lips.

She mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't know you would lower your head."

Their bodies slightly separated. Lawrence didn't know whether he breathed a sigh of relief or felt somewhat empty.

Suddenly, the woman's chin was gripped by a large hand.

The man lowered his head, a hint of anger in his voice as he sarcastically stared at her, "So you say you aren't seducing me and that you have no ulterior motives?"

Winnie's gaze flickered, and in the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her phone placed beside the bathtub.

There was a message in it, sent by Mr. Wilson when she entered the bathroom just now!

After reading it, her mind was filled with thoughts of her uncle. The alcohol's effect was also washed away by the warm water. She had spent three years accompanying clients for drinks, and her tolerance for alcohol had long been honed.

At this moment, whether she was truly drunk or just pretending to be, only she knew.

Lawrence was right, she did have a certain motive, and it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Being humiliated and intoxicated by him tonight was indeed an opportunity, and she didn't have any other chances left...

Determined, Winnie hid her coldness in her eyes and intentionally leaned closer to him, mocking and angry.

"I seduce you? What do I gain from that? Are you tired of Darcy playing with you?"

"Get away from me," she pushed him away. But it was more like a cat scratching his chest with its claws.

Lawrence squinted at her hand and firmly held onto it. "Winnie, don't push your luck!"

Winnie sneered indifferently, "Back when my mouth was clean, it didn't seem like you liked it much either. Now that you're divorced, do you have the right to control what comes out of my mouth?"

She paused, her hand being controlled. Suddenly, she kicked her foot towards his leg and smiled coldly, playfully pretending, "Actually, it seems like I'm saying nonsense. But you prefer that, don't you?"

Lawrence's thin lips tightened. This shameless woman who seemed to have no sense of shame!

"What are you always thinking about?!"

Winnie muttered honestly, "Just looking for trouble."

"Yesterday evening, I didn't kick you hard enough to cause any injuries," Lawrence said with a darkened face.

How could she have the audacity to bring it up? He had to go to the hospital twice because of her, and it was excruciatingly painful.

Thankfully, it seemed like nothing serious happened in the end. However, he still felt tormented and humiliated in her presence.

In an attempt to conceal his emotions, Lawrence quickly got up and pulled her coldly, his tone becoming extremely harsh.

"Enough! Don't try to manipulate me with such despicable tactics. I won't touch you, I find you filthy. If you're feeling lonely, the parking lot downstairs is filled with corpses waiting to be picked up. Don't you still have Rock and Alan?"

He intentionally made his words more and more offensive, trying to regain control of his rationality and sober up.

Winnie's eyes subtly faltered. She sneered inwardly. Dirty? She found him dirty too! Who knows how many times he had slept with Darcy? If it weren't for...

Winnie lowered her gaze, forcing herself to remain calm and not get angry. She refused to get up from the ground. Her wrist had turned red from being pulled.

Pouting, she said, "Who let you touch me? Now let go, you've hurt me!"

'Hurt,' what an intriguing choice of words. Lawrence's gaze dimmed slightly as he stared at her, trying to discern whether she had spoken unintentionally or on purpose.

But his voice had already turned hoarse as he held her hand and sneered, "Didn't you say I was full of brute strength? How can I repay you for insulting me without causing you pain?"

Those were the words she had hurled at him before the party. Now, in this ambiguous bathroom, he retorted, but it seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Both of them couldn't help but recall the uncontrollable images from three years ago.

Winnie pursed her lips, her ears turning red.

She turned her face away and said, "You scoundrel, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"

"When did I say anything scoundrel-like?" Lawrence licked his lips and raised her chin, his gaze becoming somewhat profound. "Clearly it's impure thoughts in your mind!"

"I wasn't thinking anything!"

He chuckled even more, his gaze lazy. The woman's cheeks turned red, and Winnie realized that the more she denied, the more she revealed.

She admitted straightforwardly, "Fine, I was thinking about it, and you were too! You were the one who thought of it first, otherwise, how could you..."

She implied something.

Lawrence's Adam's apple rolled dangerously as he suppressed his emotions. "Winnie, don't play with fire!"

"So what if I play with fire? After all, you don't find me dirty, right?" Winnie provocatively stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his hot neck, and taunted, "I just love seeing you in turmoil and torment because of your impulsive disgust towards me."

"You're asking for trouble!" He pressed her onto the damp floor.

But his voice had become hoarse, almost incoherent. Damn it, Lawrence was extremely frustrated.

Why did he let himself be provoked by this woman again and again? She was clearly a wicked woman, and yet he couldn't help but be drawn to her. He already had Darcy, how could he do this to her?

It must be because he was drunk tonight, or maybe his body needed an outlet...

A wave of distress surged within him, only to be interrupted by a sudden noise.

Soon, Lawrence released the woman's hands, placing them on the ground. Winnie's eyes were watery, tinged with a hint of intoxication, as she lifted her waist and touched his handsome face.

She murmured something unintelligible. Lawrence's gaze deepened, and he lowered his head to listen.

She complained coquettishly, "I am not dirty, you blind fool. I haven't been with any man in these three years, but you, on the other hand, are filthy. You've slept with Darcy, and I don't want you to touch me."

Boom! Lawrence froze, staring at her. It felt as if his heart skipped a beat. He clenched his thin lips and asked, "Is it true that you've never been with anyone?"

"You can find the answer to that yourself. Are you afraid of being discovered by Darcy?" she provocatively teased.

"Shut up," he sealed her cherry lips, with a mischievous dampness spreading in his palm.

Lawrence's eyelids twitched, suddenly losing control over his body and mind...

He moved his hand away and forcefully kissed her delicate lips, invading with an impatient and domineering force...

As the passionate kiss overwhelmed her, Winnie's lips and teeth tingled. The male scent in her memories was unchanged, surprisingly clean and pleasant.

She almost lost herself...

But in the next second, Winnie snapped back to full alertness, raising her hand and swiftly flashing a silver needle between her fingers. It accurately pierced the man's neck.

"You...!" Lawrence's deep eyes narrowed, probably wanting to angrily curse.

But all that was heard was a thud as the tall man's body fell to the side. Winnie pushed him off with force, took a deep breath, and pressed her slightly reddened face.

Her gaze turned cold, and she sneered, "Who wanted you to touch me? Jerk."