Chapter 115

Book:His Secret Quintuplets Published:2024-6-2

I went over there, and for some inexplicable reason, I got the feeling that Bruce Scott had long planned to pick me up.
Even if I don’t agree, I can be sure that Bruce Scott will do all in his power to change my mind!
“Please.”
I was able to open the door on my own thanks to Bruce Scott’s assistance.
“I don’t need you to pick me up in person, but I’m curious. How did you get that information about where I live?” While I was working in the top group, I don’t think I ever filled in the precise address.
“Mr. Matthews has discussed it in the past.”
I gave him a grin and then got inside the vehicle.
As soon as the vehicle was moving, I was eager to speak with Jenny wood, but I was unaware of the location of the pub.
“Where can we find Mr. Matthews at this time? Still in the bar?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I inquired about the location of the bar.
“You’ll understand once you get to your destination.”
“It is not possible to provide the address. Is it really that confidential? Is there anything that I just can’t find out about?” I asked defensively.
Bruce Scott grinned and pulled his spectacles down his nose before asking, “how?”
I stopped asking questions once I realized that he had not responded to any of my inquiries. If you ask too many questions, it will simply make others feel uncomfortable.
When I get there, I will relay the message to Jenny Wood!
I saw the bar’s name as soon as I stepped off the car that brought me there.
I followed Bruce Scott into the bar. The person that went ahead of me was Bruce Scott, and I followed after him. I pulled out my cell phone and texted Jenny Wood the address of the pub while I was on the go.
When I had sent the message, I re-entered the bag with the cell phone. God is unaware of it at this point.
After going through the front door, I turn around and go back past the people until I reach a box.
Bruce Scott pushed the door open, blocked it and let me in.
As soon as I walked in, I saw that there were both men and women there, and Sean Matthews was seated by himself.
He was holding the glass in the palm of his hand. “What brings you to this place?”
“Mr. Matthews, I phoned Ms. Davis,” Bruce Scott informed Mr. Matthews.
“Meddlesome.”
The appearance of Sean Matthews’ face is icy.
Bruce Scott nodded slightly.
Sean Matthews eyed me with eyes as dark as night and slapped his hand next to him as he did so.
I understood what he meant. I made my way over there and took a seat next to him.
As I turned my head away, I saw Sean Matthews drinking the wine as quickly as he could.
I take another look at his face. It is as chilly as ice outside. Others seemed to be interested in finding out who I was, but none ventured to ask. The mood appeared to be quite gloomy throughout.
Without a doubt, something awful took place before I arrived.
The moment Sean Matthews saw that I was preoccupied, he turned his head and peered directly at me. After then, the gloomy shadow took over. As the delicate lips were ready to adhere to the inside of my mouth, I dipped my head ever-so-slightly and said in a hushed voice, “someone is here; don’t do this…”
“Wait, everybody get out.”
Sean Matthews’s voice didn’t fluctuate, but it surprised the others. Fear caused everyone to get up and leave the room.
Just now, there were just Sean Matthews and Myself left in the box, and everything happened in an instant.
The noise from the outside is muffled by a door. Since it is so silent inside, it almost seems as if there are two different universes. You can hear your pulse and your breathing.
“Now?”
Sean Matthews asked.
My eyes flickered. “Does it seem like Mr. Matthews is having a rough day? If not, do you want me to drink with you?”
The voice of Sean Matthews was slurred and unintelligible. “Don’t move.” Then he leant in and gave me a lip kiss.
I took a deep breath and tensed my body, which made it easier for Sean Matthews to intrude.
Until it’s released.
I have such a low oxygen level that it’s making me feel lightheaded.
Then I heard Sean Matthews’s hoarse voice, “okay.”
I took a glance at the tea table, adjusted the irregular rhythm of my pulse, grabbed the bottle of wine, and then poured wine into Sean Matthews’ glass.
“I drink with you,” it indicates that I will just sit here and watch you drink.
I blinked, then said with a grin on my face.
After Sean Matthews glanced at me unfathomably, he didn’t force me to drink up the wine in the glass.
When I turned, he placed his hand on the back of my head and planted a passionate kiss on my lips. The wine entered my lips with a passionate kiss, and it poured down the esophagus as I said, “Oh!” I stood there in shock, unable to believe that he would make me drink in such a manner.
I was unable to move at all because something was firmly attached to the back of my skull.
After Sean Matthews had finished the last sip of wine in his glass, only then did he allow me to go.
“Yes!”
I grimaced deeply and stutteringly said, “You shouldn’t drink it!”
Sean Matthews glared menacingly in the face as he saw my bright red tongue.
I can’t help but keep my palms pushed to my lips as the strong odor continues to make me uneasy.
When Sean Matthews is drinking, his face doesn’t seem to alter at all. I don’t know how he does it.
“Consume such alcoholic beverages on your own! I’m just going to stay here and do nothing. Is that interesting enough?” I’m not happy.
No longer insisting, Sean Matthews backed down. He got himself a glass and drained it before drinking it.
After consuming practically the whole of the bottle, Sean Matthews sat back in his chair and slept off, closing his eyes lazily.