"Alright, let’s head back first. If your friend really gets into trouble, I’ll give Dorian to your friend as compensation," Kyle Kinston said.
Give Dorian Howards to Alice Conley?! In Mabel Quinn’s mind, an image of Alice hugging Dorian’s leg flashed inexplicably.
Alice Conley, that rascal, she’s quite the fan of good looks. She often drools over those handsome guys in comics and TV shows, but there’s one thing Alice is quite clear about: these handsome guys are just for admiration. When it comes to finding a boyfriend, she would definitely not seek one among those handsome guys.
So back then, the dorm would joke that Alice, being a fan of handsome faces, wasn’t true to her name, not thorough enough.
Later, Alice ended up with Archibald, who had an average appearance and seemed honest. Mabel Quinn wasn’t too surprised. But as Alice mentioned while drinking earlier, appearances can often be deceptive.
Mabel Quinn couldn’t help but laugh, "You’re just going to give your buddy to my friend? Have you asked if he’s willing?"
"Him? I think he’s quite willing. He might even help count the money after being sold," Kyle Kinston replied.
At that moment, in the taxi, Dorian Howards looked with a complex gaze at the person sitting next to him. She was now sitting with her eyes closed, reeking of alcohol, leaning against the car door, her head bumping against the window with each car jolt. Even listening to it made one feel a bit painful, but this person, stubbornly remained asleep like that.
Dorian Howards frowned, the incessant thumping of her head against the window was quite annoying.
Finally, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer, he waved his large hand and gently cradled her head onto his shoulder. She didn’t struggle at all, instead smoothly resting her head on his shoulder, mumbling a couple of unconscious words, and even rubbed her cheek against him twice.
Dorian Howards turned his face away, unwilling to look at that face. The more he looked, the more irritated he might become.
The taxi stopped in front of a five-star hotel in J City. Dorian Howards carried Alice Conley horizontally out of the car and into the hotel.
After getting a room, he directly tossed her onto the bed. Unfortunately, she was like a dead pig, hugging the bed linen and continuing to sleep soundly. The term ’drunken stupor’ suited her perfectly at this moment.
Dorian Howards went into the bathroom to wash his face. When he returned to the bedside, she had almost wrapped herself completely in the quilt, leaving only her flushed face exposed.
He smirked, seated himself at the edge of the bed, and stared at her sleeping face. He hadn’t expected that after coming back to J City, he would see her, and under such circumstances.
He thought she was insignificant to him now, but in reality, after seeing her, he just couldn’t ignore her, instead bringing her directly to the hotel.
Suddenly, he really wanted to see what kind of expression she would have when she wakes up tomorrow.
When Alice Conley woke up, her head was throbbing. As she rubbed her head and sat up, she heard a voice ring out, "Haven’t seen you in three years, Alice Conley, and you still haven’t made any progress!"
Alice Conley shivered. That voice...
She jerked her head up to see a once incredibly familiar face imprinted in her view.
Dammit, she would recognize this guy even if he turned to dust! But the problem was, wasn’t he supposed to be in Falling City? How could he be standing in front of her? Alice Conley blinked, her mind suddenly blank, her whole being in a daze.