Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent) novel Chapter 591

Clayton stared at the baseball bat pressed against his chest, completely thrown off guard. He raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The sheer absurdity of the gesture sobered him up a little.

"I think it's safer if I keep my distance. I don't want you accusing me of trying to cop a feel..." Jade muttered under her breath. As much as she wanted an excuse to touch him, self-preservation came first.

She was nothing if not pragmatic.

His expression darkening, Clayton shoved the bat aside. He slipped on his house shoes and staggered over to the sofa, his breathing heavy as he collapsed onto the cushions.

Jade stood awkwardly across the room, having no idea what to do next.

After a long silence, Clayton gritted his teeth. "Get me some water."

Snapping out of her daze, Jade rushed to pour a glass and practically shoved it at him from arm's length, acting as if he were a feral wolf.

Clayton let out an exhausted sigh, sitting up to take the glass. He took a slow sip.

"Um... Clayton," Jade started, figuring this was a good time to bring up moving out. "It's really not convenient for me to be here. I don't know how to take care of you when you're like this, and it's bad if you get the wrong idea. I should probably just pack up and leave tomorrow—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Clayton choked, spitting the water out.

Startled, Jade rushed forward to steady him, snatching some tissues to frantically dab the water off his face and chest.

"Why did you drink so much? You've never been able to handle your liquor," she scolded, genuine frustration leaking into her voice. He really didn't know how to take care of himself.

Back when she was still the pampered heiress of the White family, she knew Clayton had to attend endless dinners to keep White Corporation afloat. Even though they bickered constantly, she used to quietly pull their clients aside and threaten them not to force alcohol on him.

Not that Clayton ever knew. And even if he did, it wouldn't have mattered.

She tried to haul him to his feet, but his dead weight was too much. Her injured foot gave out, and they both tumbled backward, Jade landing squarely on top of him on the sofa.

Her breath hitched. She stared down at his flushed, intoxicated face, his brows knitted together in a severe frown. Panicking, she scrambled off him.

"I'm taking you to your room. Don't wake up tomorrow and claim I was trying to assault you!"

She hauled him up and half-dragged him toward his bedroom.

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