Chapter 258 Awkward Morning After
Chapter 258 Awkward Morning After
Harlan stood speechless, watching the former lovers pin their suspicious gazes on him.
“Did you two sleep together?” Weston asked, his voice as sharp as broken ice.
“And where exactly did you spend the night?” Laura added, eyeing him like a detective hunting for cracks.
“For heaven’s sake. I’m so unlucky to have the two of you in my lives,” Harlan muttered. Nobody else would dare use that interrogatory tone on him, yet one of them was his uncle and the other Quinn’s best friend, so he could not simply drag either of them outside and knock them senseless.
“Laura, you have some nerve. I was blind drunk, and you were the one who hauled me home. Now you stand here asking where I slept? Bloody ridiculous.”
“You drove under the influence?” Weston snapped, turning a dark stare on Laura.
“No, of course not. I hired a driver,” Laura blurted. Why do I–suddenly feel like a grade–school pupil being grilled by the headmaster?
“Then where in the room did you dump him?” Weston pressed, refusing to relent.
A flush crept across Laura’s cheeks. She had no answer, so her eyes slid helplessly toward Harlan. At that moment he could almost feel an urge to pick her up and throw her straight out the window.
“Harlan, I want a clear answer,” Weston said as he closed the distance. “Did you sleep here? And if so, where?” While speaking, he shrugged off his suit jacket and rolled his shirt sleeves with deliberate calm.
Laura stared, speechless. Is Weston actually planning to beat Harlan up? She had seen Harlan brawl before and knew how lethal he could be; against that, Weston’s scholarly veneer looked like thin armor.
“Stop it!” Laura darted between them. “Even if Harlan and I did share a bed, so what? We’re consenting adults. We broke no laws. Why are you acting like an inquisitor?”
“So you truly fancy this kid?” Weston asked, his voice dropping into an ominous growl.
Harlan shoved Laura gently aside. “Enough, Uncle Weston,” he said. “When I woke up, I was sprawled on the floor. Even if we’d shared a mattress, I wouldn’t touch her. She’s not my type, so why would I take advantage?”
At first, Laura felt relieved, but the more he spoke, the hotter her temper burned.”Excuse me? Take advantage of me? If anything happened, I’d be the one losing out,” she shot back.
Harlan arched a brow. “You honestly believe you’d be the one losing out if we spent the night together?”
Laura fired right back. “Don’t forget your uncle once dated me. Sleeping with you would make me a near- miss aunt of yours–tell me that’s not a loss.”
Harlan coughed in surprise. Good grief, Laura can spin anything, he marveled.
Laura realized at once she had poured fuel on an open fire. “Um… Weston, I was just talking off the “ff. Please don’t take it to heart,” she said quickly.
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And what if I do take it to heart?” Weston replied, each word landing like a stone.
Laura fell silent for a long beat, then murmured, “Then what exactly do you want?”
He studied her with a measured gaze. “When you dropped Harlan off last night, what exactly did you bring with you?”
“Just a bag and my phone,” she answered.
“And where are they now?”
Laura lifted the canvas tote and her phone from the armchair. “Right here. Why are you asking?”
“We are leaving,” Weston said, threading his fingers through hers before turning to Harlan. “Next time, do not drink yourself senseless. If something really goes wrong, you will be the one living with the regret.”
“Got it,” Harlan muttered with a shrug. He waited until they had stepped out of the flat before letting out a long breath.
I am glad I pushed them out before Uncle Weston decided to get serious. He would have wrecked the entire flat. But the way he keeps looking at Laura–could I be right? Has he really never gotten over her? Anyone who lingers in his mind, family aside, rarely enjoys a pleasant ending.
