Chapter 323 A Title

That night, they played well past 10:00 pm, finally parting ways because they had to work the next day. Charles didn't touch a drop of alcohol all night. Every time someone offered him a drink, he just said, "I'm driving Ms. Hoven later." So eventually, Emelie couldn't say no to his offer to drive her. He pulled up right in front of her hotel. Emelie hadn't mentioned where she stayed, but these guys, one by one, somehow knew. She was already thinking about finding a new place. But this hotel was top-notch—safe, with housekeeping and breakfast included, and super convenient for work. It was simply the best choice in terms of value. Thinking about it got her annoyed. If not for these guys, she wouldn't have to go through all this trouble. Emelie unfastened her seatbelt and grasped the door handle, pausing before she called out, "Mr. Davis." Charles had ditched his jacket and was clad in a form-fitting sweater that subtly highlighted his muscular arms and chest. But when he spoke