Lucky to be in love

Chapter 290: Do You Want to Spend the Night with Me

Seeing him staring at Tracy, Juliet felt a little uncomfortable, but she nodded and replied, "Yes, a friend

I just made."

"You just met her?" Payton raised his eyebrows and said, "I saw you guys chatting so happily. I thought

you two were good friends."

Then, he reached out to Tracy and said, "Hello, I'm Payton.’

Tracy looked at Juliet, stood up, held his hand, and smiled sweetly. "Hello, I'm Tracy. Nice to meet you.”

Payton laughed. "I'm very happy to know beauty."

Suddenly, his calf hurt. He snorted in pain and then turned to stare at Juliet.

He was wondering why Juliet kicked him.

Juliet forced a smile. "Payton, remember your identity!"

She purposely lowered her voice and whispered in his ear. Then, she turned to look at Tracy, who was

at a loss. She smiled and said,

"Tracy, he's my boyfriend. He's so unreasonable and too annoying.’

As she spoke, she glared at Payton with reproach. Juliet's affectionate posture made people really

think that they were lovers.

Tracy didn't have the slightest bit of doubt. She just looked at Payton up and down and praised him,

"Juliet, your boyfriend is really handsome."

"Just so so." Juliet humbly smiled, but it was still hard to conceal her pride in her eyes.

Pretentious! Payton secretly rolled his eyes in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that they had a contract,

he really wanted to say that they weren't lovers at all. Everything was fake!

Tracy smiled. Since Juliet’s boyfriend was here, it was not suitable for her to drink with Juliet. She

quickly found an excuse and said,

"Juliet, I drank too much. I'm not feeling well. I'll go back and rest first."

Without waiting for Juliet to react, she hurriedly left with her bag.

Juliet did not call her. She only glanced at Tracy's figure and sat back on the chair. She picked up her

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Seeing that, Payton sat on the chair Tracy had just sat on and asked for a martini. Then, he turned

around and saw that Juliet's originally fair cheeks flushed slightly. Under the dazzling lights of the bar,

she was even more attractive. His heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

He picked up the wine and took a sip to conceal his strange feeling.

Payton,’ Juliet suddenly called him.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her doubtfully.

Juliet smiled and then turned to stare at him. "Why do I always meet you in a bar?"

Always? Payton frowned. "Even today, we met twice."

"Do you like to come to places like this very much?" Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Not so much. I'll come when I'm bored," Payton answered honestly.

"Do you always come alone?" she asked.

Payton frowned, "Miss Elton, is it important whether I come alone or not?"

"Of course......." Juliet was just about to answer, "Of course, it's important.” But when she saw his

meaningful gaze, she changed her words to "Of course not.’

She had no confidence in saying the word "not".

Payton smiled. "Since it's not important, then don't ask."

Juliet was immediately depressed.

What did he mean? If he weren't her boyfriend, she wouldn't have wanted to ask him so much.

She picked up the glass angrily, but found that there was no wine, so she raised her voice and said to

the bartender, "Give me a whiskey, a large one."

Hearing this, Payton raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Are you trying to get yourself drunk?"

"Leave me alone!" Juliet rolled her eyes at him.

Payton raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything else. Since she wanted to drink, he would let her

drink until she was drunk.

Half an hour later--

"Handsome, you look like a person I hate."

"Handsome, do you want to spend the night with me?"

"Baby, come, let me kiss you.’

Payton raised his hand to block the approaching face, and then sighed heavily. If he had known that

she would have a drunken fit, he wouldn't have let her drink so much.

Payton took Juliet, who was drunk and talking nonsense, to the back seat of the car. He closed the

door forcefully and sat in the driver's seat. He wore the safety belt while looking back at the woman

lying in the back seat. He smiled resignedly.

He started the engine and thought that he couldn't send her to the Elton Villa, so he came up with an

idea. He stepped on the

accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow.

He carried the drunk Juliet into his room and gently placed her on the bed. Then, he turned around to

go to the bathroom to prepare a hot towel to wipe her face. Unexpectedly, she grabbed his hand.

"Payton......."

He heard her calling his name and thought that she was awake. He turned around and found that she

was still with her eyes closed and showed no sign of waking up.

He couldn't help but laugh. Then, he bent over to pull her hand away, only to hear her whisper, "Payton,

I like you....... I like you......."

His hand suddenly stiffened. He raised his head and stared at her blushing face in disbelief. A subtle

feeling arose in his heart.

She actually liked him? Was she drunk and talking about nonsense? Or did she tell the truth after

drinking?

It was hard to tell.

He couldn't help but laugh. Regardless of whether it was nonsense or the truth, it didn't seem to have

much to do with him, right?

He pulled her hand away, turned and strode into the bathroom.

Not long after, he came out with a towel in his hand.

He sat on the edge of the bed, brushed away her hair that had fallen to her cheeks, and then wiped her

face.

It was undeniable that Juliet was a beauty. Different from the gentle and quiet Rosiley, Juliet's beauty

was warm and bright, and could not be ignored.

He couldn't help but recall that when they first met, she had accused him of sexually harassing her like

a hot pepper, and that her pretty face, which had brightened with anger at that time, was so vivid that

he could not even forget it.

This world was so small, and she was actually his sister-in-law's best friend. What a wonderful

coincidence.

His eyes flashed with a tender light that he didn't even know when he thought of this, and his

movements became even gentler.

"Payton......." She murmured again, "You're a bastard."

He could hear it clearly, and he could not help but laugh happily. She was cursing him even in her

dreams.

He stared at her for a while, and then stood up. At this time, she suddenly grabbed him, and with a

force, he fell on the bed, and before he could react, she rolled over and pressed him down.