Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney!-Chapter 130: Snatching Someone Right in Front of Them—Isn’t This a Provocation?

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Snatching Someone Right in Front of Them—Isn’t This a Provocation?

She called her Mrs. Spencer, not Auntie. Could it be that she still doesn’t know these two are Elias Spencer’s parents? Ian Sterling silently speculated in his heart.

"Of course not," Mrs. Spencer still wanted to hide her relationship with her son. Now, it seems it can’t be concealed anymore, and she might not be able to help in the future.

Summer Nolan grabbed a bottle of wine and a new wine glass. Because she had drunk too much, she poured more than half a glass without noticing and handed it to him, swaying slightly:

"You’re so late, you must be punished with three glasses."

Ian saw her getting so close to him in front of the Spencer family, he became more certain of his suspicions. He picked up the wine glass and deliberately said with a smile:

"You’re so kind to me, pouring me so much?"

"You came so late, drink up," she urged with the bottle in her hand.

Ian could only drink more than half a glass of red wine. When Summer poured him the second glass, she lost control even more. A bottle was poured down, and the wine overflowed directly from the glass, soaking a large area of his pants!

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t see clearly..."

She hurriedly pulled a few tissues and randomly wiped his thigh. Because she was so drunk, she didn’t even see where it was wet.

"You’re wiping the wrong place..." he said with a helpless smile, putting down the glass and moving her hand up.

The wet spot was actually higher up.

Elias Spencer watched them, his handsome face unconsciously darkened, his hand veins bulging—

Even Mrs. Spencer and her husband found this scene too glaring. In their dictionary, it’s one thing not to want something, but another to have it snatched away by someone else.

Snatching someone away in front of them, wasn’t this outright provocation?

Mrs. Spencer stood up, bent over, elegantly took the tissues from Summer Nolan’s hand, and said with a light smile, "You’re drunk, let me help him wipe..."

As soon as she said that, everyone in the room looked over. Jason Spencer looked at the young Sterling with deep eyes; did he dare let his wife wipe?

How could Ian let Mrs. Spencer wipe for him? He immediately blocked the wet spot with his hand, his face a bit stiff: "There’s no need to bother Mrs. Spencer, I can wipe it myself."

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Spencer asked him.

"I’m sure," he said.

Summer Nolan suddenly leaned closer to him, her mind fuzzy, slurring, "Mrs. Spencer is offering to help wipe, refusing would offend her."

Ian looked at her, covered in black lines, thinking that letting Mrs. Spencer wipe would offend people, wouldn’t it? He feared he’d leave this private room with a bruised face!

"I’ll take you back; you’ve had too much to drink," he said.

"I’m still very clear-headed now, not drunk. Besides, you haven’t finished your three glasses," she pouted.

"I’ll finish the three glasses, and then we’ll leave," Ian said, taking the full glass of wine she had just poured and drank it sip by sip.

Summer Nolan took the wine bottle again, but this time she poured very carefully. However, as Mrs. Spencer sat down again, her arm ’accidentally’ brushed against it, tipping the entire bottle!

Another full glass overflowed and spilled onto his pants!

Ian only felt like he was swimming inside; it was very wet and uncomfortable. Not realizing this time Mrs. Spencer brushed against it, he looked helplessly at Summer Nolan with a smile:

"You owe me two pairs of pants."

"I’m really, really sorry, it wasn’t intentional, I’ll definitely make it up to you tomorrow..."

Summer Nolan swayed and pulled a few more tissues, ready to wipe him when Mrs. Spencer took the tissues from her, smiling gracefully:

"I’ll help him wipe."

Ian glanced at Chairman Spencer’s face, feeling embarrassed, and immediately stood up, saying: "No need, I’ll deal with it in the washroom."

After saying that, he left the private room.

Elias Spencer immediately got up, pulled this woman up: "Come on, let me take you home."

"Don’t want you to take me, let go..." Summer Nolan shook his hand from behind, but he still dragged her out.

"The young Sterling has quite an aggressive tactic." Mrs. Spencer took a sip of her wine, raising an eyebrow as she spoke.

"Does this Summer like him? Why is she so close to him?" Jason Spencer asked in a displeased, cold voice.

"It doesn’t matter who she likes; after all, your son won’t marry another woman in this lifetime. If you don’t want the Spencer family line to end, you better figure out how to get her married in." Mrs. Spencer said with a sigh.

I’ve already tested my son several times, now I have to find a way to fulfill them both.

Jason Spencer glanced at his wife, frowned, and said nothing.

-

Elias Spencer carried the sleeping woman back to his own house. In the car, she vomited once and got all over him.

Opening the door, Zhi Zhi eagerly rushed over, hopping around him, trying to jump into the arms of the sleeping lady owner but was pushed away by him.

"Alright, be good, I’ll take you out to play tomorrow, she can’t accompany you now."

Zhi Zhi couldn’t resist following them, trailing them all the way into the bathroom. Elias Spencer dumped the woman into the bathtub, stripped off her dirty clothes.

Threw them directly into the trash can, turned on the hot water in the bathtub, and he took off his own clothes, heading to the shower room.

After washing, he wrapped a white bath towel around his waist, walked to the bathtub, turned off the water, and gently cleaned her with a towel.

Summer Nolan felt warm all over, a little itchy and tingly, and uncontrollably hummed a few sounds.

Elias Spencer washing her, was already a test of his self-control, and she was making sounds?

He unconsciously furrowed his sword-like eyebrows, "You better not seduce me..."

"Make another sound, don’t blame me for ’taking care’ of you..."

Soon he finished wiping her, drained the water from the bathtub, used the bath towel to dry her body, picked her up, and paused briefly when he walked out.

Deliberately put her on the master bed, intentionally didn’t dress her.

At night, the two lay on the same bed, Elias Spencer hugged her in his arms, restrained his impulse, not wanting to do anything with her while she was unconscious.

He liked her sober state.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains slits on the bed, outside the door, Zhi Zhi squatted at the entrance incessantly scratching the door, whining.

Elias Spencer, awakened first by the noise, frowned, was about to get up to feed the dog, when he suddenly saw the woman in his arms stretching lazily and moving her body slightly.

Elias Spencer glanced down at her, immediately closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Summer Nolan, woken by the dog too, slowly opened her eyes, still a bit dazed, she touched the smooth and well-defined abs with her hand, regaining clarity in her sight—

Seeing the man in front of her, then pulling the quilt to look at their naked bodies, her expression immediately darkened, slapping him:

"Slap! Elias Spencer!"

The man now slowly opened his eyes and asked, calmly looking at her, "What are you doing?"

"You actually took advantage of me while I was drunk?" Summer Nolan exclaimed angrily, sat up, grabbed a pillow, and hit him with it, which he caught with one hand and tossed to the foot of the bed, lying with a serious voice:

"Last night, you insisted on climbing into my bed and on top of me. I was the one taken advantage of. Did a dog eat your memory?"