Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 100 She is Pregnant, Can’t Let Cooper Coldson Mess Around

Chapter 100: Chapter 100 She is Pregnant, Can’t Let Cooper Coldson Mess Around

On the road, Noah Coldson finally mentioned what they were going to do; it turned out that Cooper Coldson had gotten drunk.

"Cooper? Drunk?" Yolanda Greenwood couldn’t help but be surprised; in all the years she had known Cooper, she had never heard of him getting drunk.

It wasn’t that he had a great capacity for alcohol, but rather his self-control, an overwhelming self-control.

"Yes, quite drunk," Noah Coldson glanced at her sideways, "I was thinking you could go look after him a bit."

"Ah?" Yolanda’s eyes widened.

"Is that a problem?" Noah asked again, "I also thought this could be an opportunity for you two to spend more time together. If you don’t want to, I’ll take you back right now."

"No need, no need," Yolanda chuckled dryly.

She touched her belly, willing to do anything to ensure the baby wouldn’t be separated from its father after birth.

She teased Noah with a smile, "Big brother seems like a very serious person; I didn’t expect you to be so thoughtful. You really have put a lot of effort into matters concerning me and the child."

"It’s nothing," Noah shook his head, "How have you been recently? How’s your appetite?"

"Very good, don’t worry," Yolanda suddenly remembered something, squinting at Noah, "Big brother, you didn’t get Cooper drunk, did you?"

"Cough cough cough..." Unexpectedly, Noah began to cough excitedly, his expression unnaturally denying, "How could that be?"

But seeing his reaction, Yolanda was certain it wasn’t a possibility but a confirmation.

She lowered her head, whispering to her belly, "Baby, remember to be kind to your uncle in the future."

Hearing this, Noah kept his eyes forward but his ears and neck turned red.

Soon, they arrived at Cooper’s villa.

Yolanda got out of the car with Noah, but didn’t see Aunt Jasmine come to greet them, "Strange, isn’t Aunt Jasmine here?"

"Yeah," Noah’s expression became unnatural again, "Today is Aunt Jasmine’s day off."

Obviously, he had orchestrated this.

"Cooper’s upstairs," Noah led her to the door, "I won’t come in; you go check on him quickly."

"OK, then you should head back early, big brother," Yolanda bid farewell to Noah and then went upstairs.

Upon opening the door of the master bedroom, she was hit by a pungent scent of alcohol; clearly, Cooper had indeed drunk quite a bit.

At that moment, Cooper was sitting quietly on the sofa, his tie half pulled off, the top shirt button undone, and his collar partially open, exuding an indescribable laziness and sexiness.

Yolanda quietly swallowed; she couldn’t help it, this was the first time she had seen Cooper like this, and he was irresistibly charming.

She tiptoed closer, noticing that Cooper’s face was unnaturally flushed and his eyes were closed, so she reached out to see if he had a fever.

However, before Yolanda’s hand could touch him, Cooper grabbed it.

"Who?" The man was extremely vigilant, his eyes dark as he looked at the person in front of him.

"It’s me." Yolanda struggled a bit, Cooper’s grip was both hot and hard, which made her uncomfortable.

But clearly, Cooper was truly drunk and didn’t even recognize people.

He tentatively called out, "Melissa?"

After all, at this time, the only person who would come here to find him could only be Melissa Greenwood.

Caught off guard, Yolanda’s heart ached sharply; she didn’t expect that even in this state, Cooper was still thinking of Melissa Greenwood.

Perhaps, she shouldn’t have come at all.

She struggled harder, "Look carefully, I’m Yolanda."

Yolanda?

Cooper finally saw the person in front of him clearly, released his hand, and said softly, "What are you doing here?"

Yolanda Greenwood pouted, "I don’t want to be here either."

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. "What? Isn’t your Melissa very disappointed? Should I call her now..."

Before Yolanda could finish speaking, Cooper Coldson reached out with his big hand and pulled her into his arms, "Shut up, you’re so noisy."

Cooper truly was frighteningly self-disciplined. He was extremely busy at the Coldson Group every day but still found time to maintain his fitness routine. When Yolanda bumped into his chest, it hurt so much that it brought tears to her eyes.

The smell of alcohol and the overwhelming masculine pheromones from the man enveloped Yolanda’s breath, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Ouch, let go of me," she squirmed restlessly.

Cooper seemed to be lacking in strength, his arms wrapped around Yolanda’s slim waist while his large hand trailed to her buttocks, feeling somewhat hot, "Behave yourself."

Yolanda struggled a few times, and her movements had now resulted in her sitting in Cooper’s lap.

She still wanted to get up, but every movement made her feel something hard and hot pressing against her, and she immediately dared not move.

Cooper didn’t seem to realize what was happening beneath him. He still leaned his head back, half-lying down, his attractive Adam’s apple occasionally rolling, proving he had not fallen asleep.

"That..." Staying like this was not an option, and Yolanda felt the man’s body getting hotter.

She tentatively placed her hand on Cooper’s forehead, but he caught her hand.

"I said, don’t move, or you’ll be responsible for the consequences."

Yolanda speechlessly said, "You seem to have a fever."

"Feeling horny?" Cooper unconsciously repeated.

This guy must be delirious.

Annoyed, Yolanda put strength into her buttocks to get up, but she didn’t expect that Cooper, even in his condition, still had quick reflexes.

In the blink of an eye, the man changed his position, trapping Yolanda between himself and the couch, looking extremely dangerous.

"I told you, you’d be responsible for the consequences," Cooper said and immediately kissed her.

"No..." Yolanda tried to refuse, but her mouth was quickly sealed; the man seemed to have lost his reason, frantically conquering her mouth like a madman.

At the worst moment, his hands didn’t stay still either, already lifting the hem of her shirt and reaching in to unhook her bra.

This can’t happen!

Yolanda’s first reaction was that it was unacceptable. She was pregnant and the baby was already at some risk. Messing around like this could lead to something serious.

Moreover... did Cooper really know who she was right now?

She began to struggle fiercely, using her hands and feet to prevent Cooper from going any further.

Cooper, groggy and displeased, frowned. He was unbearably hot, as he had thought the woman in front of him was his only source of water, but getting closer to her only made him feel hotter.

So hot that he could barely breathe, he lifted his head and hesitantly ceased tormenting Yolanda’s swollen lips.

"Cooper, snap out of it, I’m Yolanda, not your Melissa!"

Under these circumstances, bringing up Melissa Greenwood made Yolanda feel even more aggrieved, and she slapped him across the face.

Cooper groaned in pain and stared fixedly at Yolanda, making no further moves.

"Look clearly at who I am!" Yolanda emphasized.

Finally conceding, Cooper rolled over and sat back on the couch, his voice hoarse, "You should leave."

He really was insane; it was just a bit of alcohol, how could he desire this woman so much?

Was it just because she was the only woman he’d ever been with?

Indeed, some desires, once indulged, become uncontrollable.

Cooper, very agitated, yanked his tie off and threw it aside. Seeing that Yolanda was still not moving, he exclaimed, "Hurry up and leave!"