On the Day I Was Kicked Out of the Wealthy Family, I Had a Flash Marriage with a Tycoon-Chapter 120: Madam, No Need to Be Polite

After a few rounds of drinks, Jean Kensington finally remembered to ask, "Hey? Chloe, you’re not going home this late? Didn’t your President Lockwood ask about you?"

Chloe Sterling downed another glass, a faint blush from the alcohol coloring her cheeks. "I told him," she said languidly.

"Oh." Jean Kensington smiled. "So you gave him a heads-up."

Chloe Sterling shot her a sidelong glance, a hint of warning in her eyes. Jean Kensington immediately wiped the smile off her face and took a sip of her drink.

"You should still drink less, then. You don’t want to be passed out drunk when Jasper Lockwood comes to pick you up," Chase Langdon said.

Chloe Sterling took a sip of her drink. "It’s fine," she said lightly.

She had sent Jasper Lockwood a message, but he’d only replied with a single word, "Okay," and nothing else.

’So he isn’t coming.’

All the doubts, arguments, and silent treatment that had passed between her and Jasper Lockwood over the past two days flashed through her mind again. Frustrated, she downed one glass of alcohol after another.

Both Jean Kensington and Chase Langdon could see something was off with her. They exchanged glances, wondering what was going on, then both shook their heads to show they had no idea.

Chloe Sterling didn’t notice their subtle exchange. She kept glancing at the phone on the table as if waiting for something, but it remained silent, without the slightest movement.

「Meanwhile.」

In a private room at a certain club.

Jasper Lockwood sat on the sofa, a glass in his hand, his deep gaze fixed quietly on his phone screen.

People were sitting around in twos and threes, drinking, talking, and singing with beautiful companions, but no one dared to approach him. Only Tristan Sinclair sat beside him, looking a bit awkward. He asked in a low voice, "Was it really Silas Coldwell? Is that guy sick in the head? What’s the point of him doing this?"

Jasper Lockwood’s lips were pressed into a thin line. He didn’t say a word, but his expression darkened even further.

Seeing this, Tristan Sinclair cleared his throat, took a sip of his drink, and didn’t press the matter.

Jasper Lockwood was aloof by nature, and even more so when he was in a bad mood. He said nothing, simply drinking in silence. Tristan Sinclair stopped talking and just drank with him.

Noticing he seemed a little drunk, Tristan reminded him, "Don’t drink too much. You’ll scare your little beauty when you get home."

Jasper Lockwood’s eyes darkened slightly. He finally spoke, saying, "She’s got plenty of nerve. She won’t be scared."

Hearing this, Tristan Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "Mention your little beauty and you finally decide to talk. About this whole thing... is she worried?"

’Worried?’

Jasper Lockwood replayed every scene from the past two days in his mind. It didn’t seem like it. Chloe Sterling hadn’t even reacted much after learning that Phoebe Sinclair had approached him on purpose.

After their unpleasant falling out, she had come to him, and the first thing she’d said was that she wanted to leave. In her heart, it seemed he was of little importance.

Seeing Jasper Lockwood’s expression shift repeatedly, a flash of confusion crossed Tristan Sinclair’s face. He couldn’t quite figure it out.

After a moment of silence, Jasper Lockwood suddenly stood up. "I’m leaving first. You guys have fun."

Tristan Sinclair was taken aback. ’What’s going on?’

Jasper Lockwood strode out of the private room. Henry Chamberlain, who was waiting by the door, asked, "Sir, are we heading back?"

Jasper Lockwood said in a low voice, "To the Crimson Wing Dojo."

「Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the dojo.」

Jasper Lockwood pushed the car door open himself and strode inside.

Everyone else had already left the dojo. The main hall was quiet, with only some sounds coming from the lounge. Jasper Lockwood heard them and walked over.

In the lounge, Chloe Sterling was already drunk. She was propping her chin on her hand, gazing out the window at the night sky, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

Jean Kensington was drunk too, but she was still unsteadily pouring herself another drink.

Chase Langdon, still somewhat sober, said to her, "You’re already drunk. Stop drinking."

Jean Kensington slurred, "It’s... fine. It’s been... a long time... since I’ve had so much fun."

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The three of them froze. Jean Kensington turned to look at the door, her words slurred. "It’s so late... Who is it?"

Chase Langdon raised his voice and asked, "Who is it?"

A man’s deep, magnetic voice sounded from outside the door. "It’s me, Jasper Lockwood."

Hearing this, Chase Langdon immediately stood up and went to open the door. "President Lockwood?"

"Hello." Jasper Lockwood’s attitude toward Chase Langdon was reasonably polite.

"Are you here to pick up Chloe?"

"Yes." Jasper Lockwood glanced inside. Chloe Sterling was propping her head up with a hand on her temple, looking at him with her head tilted. Her gaze was hazy; it seemed she recognized him, but at the same time, she didn’t.

"She’s drunk. I’m taking her home." With that, Jasper Lockwood stepped inside.

Chase Langdon moved aside, not blocking his way.

Jean Kensington suddenly let out a laugh. "Chloe, that man looks a lot like your husband, Jasper Lockwood."

Chloe Sterling watched the man as he got closer and closer, murmuring, "He does look a bit like him."

"I don’t just look like him. I am your husband." Jasper Lockwood had reached Chloe Sterling and, with one swift motion, scooped her up into his arms.

Chloe Sterling’s hazy, beautiful eyes stared at him blankly. "What... What are you doing?"

Jasper Lockwood: "Taking you home."

Chloe Sterling: "...Oh."

Watching the two of them, Chase Langdon said seriously, "Be careful on the way."

Jasper Lockwood glanced at him and nodded. "Mm." Then he strode away.

In the car, Chloe Sterling leaned against Jasper Lockwood’s shoulder and suddenly asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Jasper Lockwood glanced sideways at her and replied, "Home."

"Which home?"

"How many homes do you have?"

Chloe Sterling suddenly fell silent. She didn’t have a home. She hadn’t for a long time.

"Why aren’t you talking?" Jasper Lockwood asked again.

Chloe Sterling suddenly chuckled. She tilted her flushed face up, her beautiful, intoxicated eyes fixed on him, her tone carrying a hint of provocation. "It’s my private business. Why should I answer you?"

Jasper Lockwood’s expression darkened once more.

Chloe Sterling suddenly raised a hand and pinched his chin. "Don’t think you can charm me just because you’re handsome. Not a chance! Hmph!"

"..."

Jasper Lockwood suddenly let out an exasperated laugh. A corner of his thin lips curled up in a devilishly charming way. "Not a chance, hmm?"

Staring at the man’s bewitching face, Chloe Sterling froze for a moment. Her red lips moved, but no words came out.

In the next instant, his handsome face swooped down and sealed her lips. Chloe Sterling’s breath was stolen away, and she felt as if she’d been plunged into a raging storm.

Jasper Lockwood pressed her into his embrace, refusing to yield an inch. He didn’t lift his head until the car stopped at the Lockwood Residence.

Henry Chamberlain immediately got out and opened the car door for them.

With a long stride, Jasper Lockwood got out of the car, still holding the woman in his arms.

Chloe Sterling was leaning against his chest, her breathing unsteady, but she had sobered up a little. Looking at the familiar surroundings, she said, "Jasper Lockwood!... Put me down."

Jasper Lockwood turned a deaf ear, striding toward the mansion with her in his arms.

Henry Chamberlain closed the car door, silently returned to the driver’s seat, and drove the car into the garage. ’I should consider driving the car with the partition from now on,’ he thought. ’It’d be more convenient for the big boss and save me from having to watch their PDA.’

As they entered the living room, the butler and servants all turned to look at them, their expressions varied.

"Second Master, Madam."

Chloe Sterling’s face flushed. She said in a low voice, "Jasper Lockwood, if you don’t let go right now, don’t blame me for what happens next."

Jasper Lockwood glanced down at her and held her even tighter. "Fine. My wife doesn’t need to be polite with me."

Chloe Sterling: "..."