Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1240

"Bite me then," Wilbur said, his tense expression finally dissolving into pure, arrogant satisfaction.

He leaned into her ear, his voice a sinful purr. "You can bite anywhere you want."

Claire was speechless.

Before she could even react, Wilbur buried his face in her neck. With shameless affection, he pressed a trail of soft, messy kisses along her jawline.

"You smell so good," he murmured, his voice thick with unhinged greed. "How do you smell this good?"

The faint, clean scent of her body wash mixed with her natural sweetness was the only drug capable of sedating the violent storm in his veins.

Claire finally gave up struggling, letting him greedily bury himself in the crook of her neck. Wilbur shamelessly bit down on her shoulder, pressing hard enough to leave a permanent bruise.

Only then, with his physical mark left on her skin, did the last trace of his toxic jealousy finally recede.

He stepped back, slowly releasing her trapped leg.

The very second Claire was free, her first instinct was to shove him violently out into the hallway.

Her second instinct was to slam the door straight in his face.

This time, Wilbur wasn't angry at all. An impossibly pleased smirk stretched across his lips. He touched his own mouth, savoring the lingering heat. She really did smell incredible. Just like she had when they were kids.

Across town at the bar, Felix was downing drink after drink. It was painfully obvious to everyone in the booth that the birthday boy was miserable.

Evan Young, completely misreading the room, assumed Felix was depressed because Madeline Lynwood hadn't shown up. He stupidly suggested they call her.

Before he could even finish his sentence, Shawn kicked him hard under the table.

Evan yelped. "What did you kick me for?!"

"Shut up and drink your beer," Shawn warned him.

Turning back to Felix, Shawn asked cautiously, "Hey, it's your birthday. You can't just drink on an empty stomach. You want to order some food?"

Felix had zero appetite. He couldn't stomach a single thing.

"How about some noodles? Let's get them to make you a bowl of noodles. You're supposed to eat noodles on your birthday," Shawn offered.

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