<b>Chapter </b><b>258 </b>Awkward <b>Morning </b>After
Chapter 258 Awkward Morning After
Han 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,” Han 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. <i>Why </i><i>do </i>I–<i>suddenly </i><i>feel </i><i>like </i><i>a </i><i>grade</i>–school pupil being <b><i>grilled </i></b><i>by </i><i>the </i><i>headmaster</i><i>? </i>
“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 Han. At that moment he could almost feel an urge to pick her up and throw her straight out the window.
“Han, 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<b>. </b><i>Is </i><i>Weston </i><i>actually </i><i>nning </i><i>to </i><i>beat </i><i>Han </i><i>up</i><i>? </i>She had seen Han brawl before and knew how lethal he could be; against that, Weston’s schrly veneer looked like thin armor.
“Stop it!” Laura darted between them. “Even if Han and I did share a bed, so what? We’re consenting adults. We broke nows. Why are you acting like an inquisitor?”
“So you truly fancy this kid?” Weston asked, his voice dropping into an ominous growl.
Han 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.
Han 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<b>.</b>”
Han coughed in surprise. <i>Good </i><i>grief</i>, <i>Laura </i><i>can </i>spin <i>anything, </i>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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<b>Chapter 258 </b><b>Awkward </b><b>Morning </b><b>After </b>
<b>And </b><b>what </b>if I do take it to heart?” Weston replied, each wordnding like a <b>stone</b><b>. </b>
Laura <b>fell </b>silent for a long beat, then murmured, “Then what exactly do you want?”
<b>He </b>studied her with a measured gaze. “When you dropped Han offst night, <b>what </b><b>exactly </b><b>did </b><b>you </b>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 <b>Han</b>. “<b>Next </b><b>time</b><b>, </b><b>do </b>not drink yourself senseless. If something really goes wrong, you will be the one living with the <b>regret</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
“Got <i>it</i>,” Han muttered with a shrug. He waited until they had stepped out of the t before letting <b>out </b>a long breath.
<i>I </i><i>am </i><i>d </i><i>I </i><i>pushed </i><i>them </i><i>out </i><i>before </i><i>Uncle </i><i>Weston </i><i>decided </i><i>to </i><i>get </i><i>serious</i>. <i>He </i><i>would </i><i>have </i><i>wrecked </i><i>the </i><i>entire </i><b><i>t</i></b>. <b><i>But </i></b><b>the </b><i>way </i><i>he </i>keeps <i>looking </i><i>at </i><i>Laura</i><i>–</i><i>could </i><i>I </i><i>be </i><i>right</i><i>? </i><i>Has </i><i>he </i><i>really </i><i>never </i><i>gotten </i><i>over </i><i>her</i>? <i>Anyone </i>who <i>lingers </i>in his <b><i>mind</i></b><b><i>, </i></b><i>family </i><i>aside</i><i>, </i><i>rarely </i><i>enjoys </i><i>a </i><i>pleasant </i><i>ending</i>.