Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 934

They wisely let the topic drop.

Whether out of joy or something far more complicated, Noreen drank heavily that night.

After the dinner concluded, Sophia Cole saw the guests off. When she returned, she found Noreen polishing off the last of the wine.

"Ms. Gilmore, why did you drink so much?" Sophia asked, her voice laced with concern.

"I'm happy today," Noreen replied, her cheeks painted a soft, alluring pink by the alcohol.

Assuming she was just thrilled about Eastvale's successful IPO, Sophia gently chided, "You still shouldn't overdo it."

She gathered Noreen's coat and purse, supporting her as they walked out of the private room.

"It's raining outside. Put this on first. The temperature dropped significantly over the last two days," Sophia murmured, draping a luxurious cashmere coat over Noreen's shoulders.

Noreen's steps were slightly uncoordinated, a pleasant, weightless sensation washing over her.

"Is he not coming to pick me up today?" Noreen slurred slightly, looking at Sophia.

Sophia blinked, momentarily lost. "Who?"

"Who else? Your cooking master, obviously."

Sophia was speechless.

Her boss really had a sense of humor.

But speak of the devil.

Seth walked in from the cold, carrying the chill of the rain with him.

The massive crystal chandelier fractured the light, spilling a cinematic glow over his broad shoulders and accentuating his effortless elegance.

He walked straight toward Noreen, naturally taking over from Sophia as he bent down and swept her into his arms.

Noreen's long, silky hair cascaded down, the dark strands tangling over his arm in quiet intimacy.

She tilted her head, gazing up at him.

The dimly lit, chaotic atmosphere of the lobby perfectly suited the striking angles of his face.

Seth looked down at her, a faint smile warming his dark eyes. "What are you looking at?"

Noreen didn't answer. Instead, she reached up, her fingertips tracing the strong, sharp ridge of his brow bone.

His prominent brow made his eyes look incredibly deep.

They were the kind of eyes that could look at a brick wall with devastating devotion.

"Are you drunk?" Seth asked, catching the faint, sweet scent of alcohol on her breath.

Noreen shook her head adamantly. "I'm not. You know me, my tolerance is amazing."

Seth let out a low chuckle. "Looks like you had quite a bit."

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