Chapter 50: Miss would have been lost

After saying that, Reginald clasped the back of her head with one hand and lowered his head right over her lips, dominating and forcefully kissing his way into her lips.

Her mouth was full of the bitter flavor of beer, but it was like poppies that made him addicted.

Originally, Reginald was meant to taste it lightly, but he couldn't let go of the kiss, sucking on her lips with more abandon, as if he was devouring everything she had to offer.

Heloise stared fixedly at his sharp frown, her mind going blank, as if she felt she should resist, but then she didn't feel so bad.

His lips were cool and comforting.

Heloise licked them unconsciously, and was rewarded with more furious treatment.

Finally, Heloise's neck was sore from the kisses and she struggled away from him.

Reginald sat behind her, his breath uneven as he stared at her, his thumb running across his own lips, a cannibalistic light flashed through his off-gray eyes.

It was just her.

Reginald heard the voice in his own mind.

Heloise sat in front of him, not thinking as much as he was, and in a moment turned her head to look at him again with her chin knocking on the back of the chair, "You said you were my friend, so would you like to wish me a happy birthday?"

"I'm your man."

He wasn't her friend but her man.

Reginald said unpleasantly.

"Never mind if you won't."

Heloise didn't care and turned her head away, looking towards the cold, empty soccer field, and picked up another can of beer, failing to open it.

"How do you want to spend your birthday?" Reginald watched her thin back and slowly pursed his lips.

"Uh-huh."

Heloise responded sullenly.

Reginald's eyes darkened.

Soon.

The area around the soccer field lit up with bursts of flashing headlights of automobiles.

One after another, the supercars drove up to the periphery of the soccer field, their headlights all facing to the inward side, and looking down from the air, the entire soccer field was surrounded by a huge circle of light, round and bright.

The people in the sports cars came down one after another, all holding large fireworks in their hands, and their movements were uniformly arranged in a circle around the periphery.

"Light the fire."

Reginald's low magnetic voice rang out against his cellular phone.

"Bang--"

A deafening explosion rang out.

Heloise, who was inside the soccer stadium, was so jolted by the blast that the can of beer in her hand fell to the ground, and her vision, clouded by alcohol, was suddenly stabbed by a roiling white light.

"..."

Heloise looked up in dismay to see countless silver fireworks flying in the air above the circle of the soccer field, like many beams of phantom light cutting through the sky.

"Bang, bang."

The sound of fireworks followed one another.

Fireworks of various shapes exploded in the night sky, alternating gold and silver in bursts of color-dyed light, as if lighting up the entire night sky.

How beautiful it was!

"Bang."

There was another explosion.

The night sky above the soccer stadium was spelled out by the fireworks with the words "Happy Heloise", and it lasted for a long time.

Heloise tilted her head back and watched, almost mesmerized.

"Does it look good?"

Reginald sat back and watched her.

"It's nice." Heloise nodded, then said seriously, "It seems like someone in the neighborhood has the same birthday and the same name as me."

What a coincidence!

Heloise's vision was a little skewed by the beer and she didn't feel like the fireworks were going off around her, just assuming they were being set off by someone else on the soccer field and she just happened to see them.

"That's for you."

Reginald looked at her somewhat speechlessly, the extremely handsome contours of the side of his face brightening and darkening along with the roiling fireworks, "As long as you stay honestly by my side and you are good enough, I'll give you whatever you want."

Heloise didn't even hear him, and only murmured, "It's so good, that person who is celebrating her birthday is so happy, and she didn't need to defend Coral from the disaster, and there's still someone to love her and set off the fireworks for her."

Unlike her, there would be no one to set them off for her or carry her home.

"..."

Reginald's face darkened a little, and not bothering to say anything else, he just sat behind her and watched the fireworks with her.

It was a long time before there was any sound at all.

Reginald tilted his head forward to look over, only to see that she had already fallen asleep by leaning against the back of the chair, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes brushing down light shadows, and her pretty face illuminated by the fireworks in the sky, changing color from time to time.

In the next second, Ben came from the shadows with the bodyguards.

"Mr. Wordsworth, it's late at night. Will you go back?"

Ben asked, clutching the man's overcoat in his hands.

"Go back."

Reginald stood up.

Ben immediately unfolded the coat in his hands ready to put it on for him, but it was taken by Reginald, who straddled his long legs, came around to the front, pulled the coat over the sleeping Heloise, and lifted her in his arms across the seat.

Ben looked stunned.

How could Mr. Wordsworth, who was always temperamental, care about someone like that? Did he clothe her and pick her up?

...

The heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains blocked out the dazzling white light outside.

Hmmm ...

Headache attacked Heloise.

Heloise squirmed under the soft covers of the large Baroque-style bed, reached up and pressed her hands to her temples, and opened her eyes to look at the crystal chandelier above her head, her mind clouded.

She shouldn't be drinking. She was a parasite now. What if she had got into trouble because of drinking?

Heloise pressed her head and was about to sit up when it suddenly occurred to her that her last memory was of being at the soccer stadium, so how could ...

She was shocked and turned her head, and saw the man lying beside her, his narrow eyes closed, his handsome profile writing laziness, his long eyelashes slightly moving. He would wake up.

The man was Reginald.

What was he doing here?

"..."

Heloise sucked in a cool breath and was about to withdraw when the man pulled her into his arms, his bare arms embracing her, his long legs under the covers lifting up to hers, crushing her so that she couldn't move.

"Where will you go?"

Reginald slowly opened his eyes and gazed at her a little drowsily, his pupils taking on a bit of an unusual gray, the corners of his eyes slightly upturned and tickled with a demon.

This kind of demon was not a beauty that was on the feminine side, but a flavor that was entirely unique to him.

What exactly happened last night?

That was all that Heloise had desired to know at once.

Reginald stared at her innocent eyes, suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the lips, his voice was lazy, "I said, if you run out without my permit, your legs would be broken by me. You can't understand, can you?"

"..."

Heloise didn't move a muscle.

It seemed that she couldn't escape from him.

She slowly clenched her fists, calculating the probability of success in escaping after knocking him out, but Reginald suddenly looked at her and laughed, "It's just as well, originally you wouldn't have understood me."

Hmm?

What the hell?

"Let's get up."

Reginald sat up directly from the bed and did nothing to her.

Heloise was led out of the room by Reginald. She was wearing a baggy nightgown and was led behind him like a little pet.

It was already sunny outside.

In the living room, Jane and Harriet were trembling on their knees, their faces pale without a trace of blood.

Ben and a few bodyguards stood aside, and Ben said in a cold voice, ''Mr. Wordsworth ordered you guys to watch over Miss, but you ended up falling asleep, leaving Miss to go and stay at the soccer field hundreds of meters away by herself, picking up beer cans in the garbage cans and getting drunk without even knowing it! If it wasn't for the fact that I happened to go to the neighborhood of the soccer stadium to do some errands, Miss would have been lost by now!"

"..."

The two maids were so reprimanded that they didn't dare to utter a single breath.