CHAPTER 577: CHAPTER 565

"Are you sober now?" After Ethan locked his phone, he averted his gaze, acting like nothing had happened.

"Yeah, I’m sober now." Clara pushed her hair behind her ear and nodded shyly.

"It’s late now. Let me give you a ride home?"

"Okay." She nodded again, unusually docile. She always thought that Ethan never regarded her as a woman and that he didn’t desire her, but when she saw those photos, she knew just how much he longed for her. He had liked her secretly for such a long time... and considered her his bedtime dessert. Of course, she would feel shy.

Ethan hailed a cab and told the driver to drive to Blackwell Mansion.

Although Clara had her house, she spent most of her time staying in Blackwell Mansion.

Geronimo had five daughters before Clara and Liam were born, so naturally, he cherished the twins greatly.

Liam had been travelling around the world for a year now, so he wasn’t around at the

moment. Hence, Geronimo and his wife focused all their attention on Clara instead. If Clara did not go home at night, they would call her endlessly. Even that night, they had been calling her ceaselessly. It only ended when Clara turned off her phone.

Both Ethan and Clara sat in the back seat as they leaned toward each other subconsciously.

"Are you feeling sick?" He touched her flushed cheeks, worried that she was drunk.

"I’m fine. I just feel a bit hot and dizzy." Clara mumbled, shifting uncomfortably. Her tight white shirt showed off her perfect curves.

"Now you feel sick. Why didn’t you stop yourself when you were drinking?" Ethan scolded her gently, but he still let her lean her head on his shoulder. "Close your eyes and rest for a while if you’re sleepy."

"Hmm." Pursing her lips, Clara smiled and leaned into him. Obedience had become her best friend now.

Ethan could see her curvy figure, and could not deny that she was indeed an attractive woman. Inevitably, his mouth felt dry. He swallowed slightly, then blurted out, "You... You’re always behaving like a tomboy, but now, you’re being so polite. I’m not used to it!"

She didn’t open her eyes, but gently pinched his arm. "Don’t take my photos secretly... You can... do it openly."

Ethan felt his face grow hot and he looked away in embarrassment. "Just forget about that. Pretend that you saw nothing."

Clara murmured cheekily, "Okay, my bedtime dessert."

Ethan was speechless.

After ten minutes, the cab stopped at the large Blackwell Mansion.

Clara did not want this moment to end. After she got out of the car, she found it difficult to say goodbye. "Umm... Do you want to come in?"

"No, it’s late. It won’t look good."

"I’m not afraid, so you don’t have to be afraid either."

"Er..."

"Just stop talking. Get out of the car." Clara could not keep up her ladylike front any longer, and dragged him out of the car. "It’s fine if you don’t want to come in, but you have to kiss me. Kiss me until I’m satisfied, then I’ll let you go."

She stood on tiptoe and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him to her and kissing him deeply.

"Mmph-!" Ethan would never have guessed that the previously shy and timid woman would suddenly become so passionate now. His body immediately tensed, and he didn’t dare to move.

Hugging his neck, Clara closed her eyes tightly as she enthusiastically kissed the man before her, the alcohol in her body spurring her on. She had been unsure about Ethan’s feelings for her in the past, but she was confident now after seeing those photographs today.

"Ethan, just admit it-you like me. You don’t have to pretend."

She grasped the back of his head, demanding, "Tell me the truth!"

Even though Ethan had always been able to handle the countless women who threw

themselves at him, Clara was the first person who was so brave and enthusiastic.

It was hard for him not to be moved...

"Woman, are you a woodpecker? Where did you learn how to kiss? You’re terrible at it!" He said hoarsely as he broke off the kiss, and then gently held her face in his hands, and leaned down. His eyes darkened with longing as he murmured, "This... is what we call kissing."

With this, Clara, the novice, entered a new world under the guidance of the extremely

experienced Ethan. For the first time, she learned that kissing was not merely about the collision of teeth and lips, and it was practically an art form.

She felt as if she was floating, and exhilaration surged through her veins.

They were kissing fervently and for so long, that soon, an endless stream of coughing erupted from someone standing nearby.

"Who is it? Who dares to rain on my parade? Can’t you see that we’re kissing?" Clara snarled furiously as she reluctantly let go of a dazed Ethan. She turned to see a dark figure under the shade of a tree, and instantly, her eyes lit up. She ran over to the figure happily.

"Ah! You... You heartless man! You’re finally back!"

Her eyes became watery as she hugged the man and punched his broad back. "What are you doing back? Don’t you know how much I missed you and worried about you? You’re so heartless..."

"Did you miss me? I don’t think so. You kissed that man until you forgot yourself just now."

He smiled gently and stroked her head affectionately.

Ethan stood there with a tight frown, and glared at the two people hugging each other. He looked like he was fighting the urge to go over and strangle the unknown man.

"Clara, I just taught you my special skill, but you threw yourself into another man’s arms. You don’t respect your teacher at all." Ethan pretended to not care as he teased her, but he was actually very jealous.

"Ethan?" After the man saw Ethan, he scowled.

"Liam, did... didn’t you go traveling around the world? Why did you come back all of a

sudden?" After Ethan saw the man’s face, he immediately became dispirited.

Both Liam and Ethan shared similar backgrounds and characters, but one of them was Ace’s buddy while the other was Joanna’s loyal friend. Of course, they had long fallen out with each other.