Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride
Chapter 301 - 297, No Escape

Chapter 301: 297, No Escape

Banyan City, the apartment where Titus Zane lived.

A bottle of red wine had already reached its bottom, yet Titus Zane felt no trace of inebriation; on the contrary, he was much clearer.

On the other hand, the man nestled on the sofa bore a rosy hue on his cheeks, his suit had long disappeared, a red tie hung loosely around his neck, and the collar of his white shirt was open. He lounged lazily on the sofa like a drunkard, nothing like his previous gentle and refined appearance.

Leaning against the sofa, Titus Zane supported his temple with one hand, his cheeks slightly warm, yet his attire remained impeccably neat. Holding the shawl tightly in front of his chest with one hand, he gazed at the man on the other side of the sofa, a slight curve at the corners of his lips.

The two stared at each other, one with a sense of defeat, the other with elegance, neither spoke.

A few minutes later, Titus Zane straightened his body, tightened the shawl, and asked the evidently drunk man.

"Director Foley, shall I call a driver to take you home?"

Wesley Foley lay lazily against the back of the sofa, still with a curved smile, spreading his arms in self-mockery, "I’m already this drunk, and you still won’t let me stay the night?"

Titus Zane raised an eyebrow in response.

"Aren’t you afraid that your stay here will become the talk of the office?"

Wesley Foley laughed, his drunken smile appeared foolishly adorable.

"Everyone at the company knows I own a property here."

Wesley Foley made his point clear, as if saying it was perfectly reasonable for him to spend the night in his own apartment.

Titus Zane...

Having overheard Wesley Foley’s phone conversation, he knew full well that he had no intention of leaving. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and stood up, "Alright, I’ll help you to your room to rest."

Before Titus Zane could walk over, Wesley Foley extended his hand voluntarily, looking at him, grinning foolishly, without saying a word.

This was the first time Titus Zane saw him drunk, with a childish smile and actions, leaving him helpless and powerless.

Grabbing Wesley Foley’s arm, he wrapped it around his own neck. The latter cooperated by supporting himself on the sofa to rise. His whole weight leaned heavily on Titus Zane, but fortunately, he was neither tall nor bulky, so assisting him into the room wasn’t too strenuous.

As they walked towards the room, Wesley Foley mumbled indistinctly, "In the future... don’t call me Director Foley, call me Wesley... did you hear me!"

"Alright, alright," Titus Zane, not in the mood to converse with a drunk, indulged him good-naturedly, stumbling to the bed. One hand grasped Wesley Foley’s wrist, slightly bending down to lift the blanket covering the bed.

It was a simple action, yet the drunken man turned suddenly due to this motion and tumbled onto the bed. The arm draped around Titus Zane’s neck was still tightly held by him, and by inertia, Titus Zane also fell onto the bed, both of them landing in an intimate position.

She was on top of him, Wesley Foley’s arm still rested on Titus Zane’s neck in an entwining manner, while Titus Zane’s entire body was pressed against his chest. For a moment, their bodies were tightly intertwined, and through the not-too-thick fabric, Wesley Foley could clearly feel the soft sensation pressed against his chest.

It was springy, soft, and exuded an undeniable warmth.

Their faces were very close, so close that their breaths mingled between them.

Instinctively, Titus Zane released his grip on Wesley Foley’s wrist, propped himself on the bed with both hands, and tried to rise, but his waist and neck became heavy as Wesley Foley’s arm held him firmly, leaving him with no escape.