Chapter 137: Chapter 137: “Here to Pick Up My Wife.

Jessie turned her head away, looking for all the world like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Seeing this, Victor Morgan couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

“So, you can’t hold your liquor. Don’t drink when you’re out unless you have someone with you,” Victor Morgan said.

He’d gone in a huge circle just to say this.

Jessie Sterling initially felt Victor Morgan was being nosy. But compared to him holding that slap she’d given him the other night over her head, telling her not to drink now seemed like no big deal.

She didn’t say anything, feigning agreement.

’If Victor catches me drinking out again later,’ Jessie thought, ’I can justifiably claim I never actually agreed to it.’

At that thought, she couldn’t help but give herself a mental pat on the back. ’I’m such a genius!’

The singer on stage sang with a gentle, captivating voice, and many patrons below began to hum along softly. The fireplace was blazing merrily, and the entire bar had a lazy, romantic atmosphere.

Victor Morgan’s gaze now couldn’t help but fall on the man on stage holding a guitar.

The man looked very young.

Blond hair, a baggy sweatshirt, jeans, and what looked like a few freckles on his face.

He didn’t look like the male college students or supporting characters in Jessie Sterling’s manga, but it still made Victor Morgan feel a little concerned.

“Do you come to this bar often?” Victor Morgan asked.

Jessie let out a small “Huh?” looking a bit confused. “No, Lynn and I just got here yesterday.”

“Are you close with the lead singer?” Victor Morgan asked.

Jessie was about to answer instinctively. The word “Of course” was already on her lips, but before she could add the “not,” she caught herself.

“Victor Morgan, are you interrogating me?” Jessie Sterling huffed, immediately turning her head away to show her displeasure.

Inside, however, Jessie almost slapped the table and burst out laughing.

Victor Morgan: “…That’s not what I meant.”

“Did you read my manga?!” Jessie Sterling suddenly spun back around and asked, looking right at Victor Morgan.

Just as Victor Morgan had caught her off guard earlier, Jessie now caught him off guard.

Victor Morgan: “…”

Stared at by Jessie Sterling’s clear, cold eyes, he found it incredibly difficult to lie.

“You said that if I didn’t agree to show you, you wouldn’t go online and spy on my work,” Jessie said faintly.

Victor Morgan: “…”

He had indeed said that.

Victor Morgan felt like this was a no-win question.

“I…”

“You definitely read it!”

The two of them spoke at the same time.

Seeing there was no way out, Victor Morgan decided to just confess. “Yes, I read it. I’m sorry, that’s on me.”

Jessie Sterling held back a laugh. “Liar!” she said.

Before Victor could figure out how to respond, he heard Jessie speak again.

“You don’t actually think I’m drawing some kind of documentary comic, do you? You think I know the lead singer of this bar? You didn’t come here today thinking I was going to get a…”

Jessie hadn’t even finished the words “get a room” when a shadow suddenly fell over her.

Victor Morgan’s warm lips pressed against hers.

The rest of her words were swallowed between their lips.

Victor Morgan wasn’t sure if he would lose control if he heard another word about getting a room with another man come out of Jessie’s chattering little mouth.

They were sitting in a corner where the light wasn’t bright, and there was no one around, so naturally, no one saw them kissing in the dim corner of the bar.

Victor Morgan had no interest in putting on a public display. He just didn’t want to hear the words Jessie was about to say. Soon, his lips parted from hers.

The powerful aura that had enveloped Jessie, rendering her momentarily immobile, vanished along with it.

Jessie snapped back to her senses. It was all Victor’s fault for being too fast; she didn’t even have time to push him away before he pulled back on his own.

It made her look as if she was reminiscing about the kiss.

Jessie was fuming inside.

She glared fiercely at Victor, her eyes full of accusation. “You… you pervert!” she said through clenched teeth.

Victor Morgan: “Should we go?”

Jessie Sterling: “…”

The change of topic was so abrupt that she was at a loss for words.

“It’s getting late. I’ll take you back to rest,” Victor Morgan said, quickly making the arrangements.

Jessie moved her lips, wanting to argue back, but she glanced at the time. It really was getting late, and after a full day of running around, she wanted to rest too.

Jessie Sterling and Lynn Jennings had switched hotels and were now staying in a glass-walled treehouse.

It was a few kilometers from the city center.

Obviously, that unreliable Lynn must have hired a designated driver to take the car when she left. Now, if Jessie wanted to go back, her best bet was to stick with Victor Morgan and get a ride back to the hotel in his car.

“Where are you staying?” Jessie Sterling asked.

Victor Morgan was about to answer when he seemed to think of something, and the words on the tip of his tongue changed. “I just got here. I haven’t had time to book a hotel yet.”

Jessie Sterling looked at him suspiciously.

There was no sign of lying on Victor Morgan’s face. He said with a straight face, “It’s peak tourist season right now, so it’s not easy to book a hotel around here.”

On this point, Jessie Sterling deeply agreed.

This trip of hers had been a spontaneous decision, made on a whim.

The treehouse she and Lynn Jennings were staying in now had been secured at a high price.

Since the treehouses only had one large bed each, they had booked two rooms this time.

“…It’s fine. I’ll take you back. If there are no rooms left, I can just make do in the car for a night,” Victor Morgan said.

Jessie Sterling: “…”

She had a suspicion that Victor Morgan was doing this on purpose.

On a night that was around twenty degrees below zero Celsius, with a wind chill that was probably even lower, this man was saying he’d sleep in his car?

Even with the heater on in the car, it definitely wouldn’t be comfortable.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Victor Morgan. “Then what did you come here for? Without even booking a hotel? Did you just want to come here and live like a caveman?”

She lifted her head and glared sideways at Victor Morgan, speaking with dissatisfaction.

But Victor Morgan just looked down at her, a faint smile appearing on his face.

“My wife ran off angry, so I came to pick her up.”

Jessie Sterling: “…”

She didn’t know if it was the cocktail from earlier going to her head or what, but her ears suddenly felt hot. The alcohol was wreaking havoc in her system, almost making her blush.

“Such a smooth talker!” Jessie Sterling couldn’t help but curse at Victor Morgan.

Victor Morgan didn’t reply, just kept smiling at her.

Jessie found his gaze a little unbearable and was the first to look away. “Don’t you have to work?”

As she said this, she started walking toward the bar’s exit.

Victor Morgan: “I took time off.”

“Isn’t the company busy? I heard from Quincy that she’s been so busy she hasn’t had a break in ages. How are you not busy?”

Victor Morgan: “…”

What could he say?

Of course he was busy, even busier than Quincy Sterling. But no matter how busy he was, he had to make time to bring his wife back. Otherwise, he was genuinely afraid that Jessie Sterling would be dazzled by the glittering world outside and refuse to come home.

“It’s manageable. I’ve arranged a lot of things, and the people under me can handle them,” Victor Morgan said.

As they stepped outside, a cold wind carrying pellets of snow blew past. Victor Morgan naturally picked up the scarf Jessie had left on the back of her chair and wrapped it snugly around her neck.

Jessie looked down at the man’s long, slender, gloveless hands. They had just stepped outside, and the low temperature had almost instantly made them turn pale.

“Alright, fine. You can come back with me to rest tonight,” Jessie mumbled under her breath. Then she quickly added, trying to sound tough, “Let me make it clear, I’m only doing this because I feel sorry for you. It doesn’t mean anything else, so don’t get the wrong idea!”

’As for forgiving him or anything like that,’ she thought, ’I haven’t said a word!’

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