Chapter 230

Julian Archer: "..." Someone poked their head out from the room to see what was going on. At first glance, it looked like Claire Richards had smacked the boss square in the face mid-drunken meltdown. The poor guy holding a wine glass flinched so hard he spilled his drink. But, weirdly enough, the boss wasn't mad. His head even dipped slightly, tilted a bit, almost like... he leaned in for it? She smacked him and he's still leaning in? "Feeding someone doesn’t mean you gotta be rough," Julian’s voice came through her fingers—low and calm, floating on the night breeze. It was a little hazy but magnetic. Claire blinked lazily, all doe-eyed and adorable, then pressed her palm firmly back onto his mouth. "Foxie, eat well, alright? If you lose weight, you won’t be cute anymore." Julian’s expression froze between amusement and despair. Yeah, drunk Claire was beyond reason. Still, he moved his lips a bit under her hand, humoring her. "Okay, you got me. I ate it." She finally let go of his mout