Chapter 275: The Shoot
This sudden turn of events truly left Samantha Huntington bewildered.
"President, Oliver Donald, Oliver Donald?" Samantha Huntington lifted her gaze and tentatively called out Oliver Donald's name.
No, now Samantha Huntington was starting to doubt. Was Oliver Donald really drunk? Or could it be that the hangover soup was so effective that it instantly sobered him up?
That wasn't entirely impossible, after all, the taste of that hangover soup was, well, indescribable.
Oliver Donald just looked at her, saying nothing.
Samantha Huntington gave up. Alright, he wasn't sober.
Hmm...
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
Ignoring Samantha Huntington's words, Oliver Donald lowered his head and captured her lips with his.
Samantha Huntington's body stiffened slightly
