His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1197: Naming the Event as a Kiss_1

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1197: Naming the Event as a Kiss_1

Chapter 1197

Several people couldn’t help but take another look at him.

Lucas Locke chuckled and said, "Okay, brother-in-law, we’ll go eat first."

Everyone exited amidst laughter and jest.

The term ’brother-in-law’ reverberated lightly in his ears, as Alexander Foster moved with a spring in his step.

When he reached the doorway, he knocked softly.

Chloe Collins, her back to him, was organizing the blueprints on her desk, she turned back at the sound.

Her expression was as pure as a child’s, stating, "You’ve been drinking."

"Just a little." Alexander Foster slowly moved closer, casually taking off his jacket, brushing off the alcohol.

Chloe stared at the approaching man, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "Not just a little."

He had a high tolerance for alcohol, his eyes slightly hazy at the moment.

The man suddenly moved closer, his hands bracing the desk behind her waist. His lean face leaned down, his high nose lightly touched hers. His eyes overflowed with an appeasing smile, his voice slightly drunken, "We were discussing a collaboration, had fifteen drinks, the alcohol was strong."

Chloe watched the man in front of her, his body faintly reeked of alcohol, but she didn’t find it repugnant. His eyes held a hint of intoxication, but he didn’t show any obvious signs of being drunk.

His eyes opened and closed intermittently, his face lightly brushed against her cheeks. With no words spoken, he greedily inhaled her scent.

Even minor touches rekindled the heat within Chloe.

She leaned back a little, asking him, "Do you want some water?"

The man slightly shook his head, the corner of his lips curving into a smile, carrying a seductive aura.

In the next second, Chloe felt a tightening around her waist, her feet immediately lifted off the ground and he gently placed her on the desk.

His face pressed against hers, nestling against her ears.

"Chlo-Chlo."

"Yes?"

"Let me hold you for a while."

The man’s voice was slightly hoarse, a bit tired, deep, and had a hint of coquetry, his arms gently embraced her.

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat.

Not knowing where to place her hands, they naturally hung down, her fingers clutching the edge of the table.

Suddenly, his face was before her eyes. His indigo eyes were like glossy black beads, fastened on her.

The tempo of his eyes, then, the cool softness pressed against her lips, blended with his breath. The light and slow touch was like a mountain stream gently trickling.

The tingly sensation from her lips rapidly spread throughout her body, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Gradually, the surprise was concealed by her eyelashes, becoming docile, indulging.

The alcohol he’d drunk was brandy.

Inside the laboratory, a few completed robots were on standby, one was Void, another Eight-01, and the remaining two were top products from Cloudscape.

They were all operating, however, other than Eight-01, the three robots had closed their eyes.

A few wavy blue lines flashed in Eight-01’s eyes to comprehend the scene, marking the event as a kiss, then storing it into the memory chip.

Two minutes later, Alexander Foster looking at the girl in his arms, with her face blushing like a tempting peach jelly, couldn’t help but take a bite.

And he did just that, biting again and again.

He couldn’t get enough, and kissed her lips again, what he thought to be the last kiss turned out to be addictive, slowly escalating into a lingering kiss.

But this time, Chloe turned her face away, the blush on her face had faded a bit, her eyes became serious, as if discovering something vital, her attention wasn’t on him: "Mane York is here, I can smell her."

His brows furrowed slightly: "Ignore her."

Just a faint utterance fell, and his thin lips descended again.

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(Are there any comments or reactions for this Chapter? I’ll decide whether to indulge you with more sweetness based on the responses, hehe.)

(Goodnight.)