Chapter 119

Tara's mind was still foggy with confusion when Shawn scooped her up into his arms. A few seconds later, it was followed by a surge of panic. "Mr. Wilhelm, I'm not drunk anymore. You can put me down now." The gesture was too intimate. She quickly tried to stop him. Shawn's elegant and composed expression didn't waver in the slightest. Since she was wearing high heels, she didn't dare struggle too much. If she were to fall, she would very likely twist her ankle. Shawn carried her to a second-floor bedroom and sat her on the couch. Her bag was still in the car. Tara stood up from the couch and said, "Mr. Wilhelm, I'm really fine now. I can go back on my own." Shawn looked at her, his expression gentle, but there was something dark and unsettling in his gaze. The contrast was jarring, and the danger radiating from him made Tara finally realize that something was seriously wrong. As she met his eyes, Tara began to back away nervously. "Mr. Wilhelm, what are you—" He stared at her