Julissa was carried all the way by Scott until they reached the hotel’s side entrance, where he gently put her down.
Scott handed the car keys to his assistant, who had been waiting there, asking him to drive his sports car away. Since he had drunk a bit of wine, he didn’t plan to drive himself back. He instructed the hotel driver to take them to a nearby tavern in the assistant’s Range Rover.
“Are you not going back?” Julissa asked.
“Looking at you like this, how could I go back?” Scott purposely scowled.
Julissa tugged at her hair and apologized, “Mr. Nichols, you really don’t have to worry about me. I’m Annabelle’s friend, but you’re taking such good care of me... it makes me feel guilty. How about this? I’ll take a taxi back to the hotel, and you go ahead and do your business.”
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