Domineering Love

Chapter 19 Drunk Cat in Arms

The middle-aged man stood up and humbly apologized to Robert Williams, “I'm sorry. This is really a

misunderstanding, Mr. Williams. You can take them away. I swear I haven't done anything to these

girls...”

Robert Williams stepped forward, putting his long arm around her waist and his other hand on her

flushed cheek.

"Are you hurt?" He spoke in a low, husky voice, drunker in the darkness than she ever had been.

The aftershock of the alcohol made Elizabeth feel dizzy, and even her vision became blurred. All she

saw was the handsome profile of the man, too good to be true.

She shook her head, mumbling something vaguely.

Now that she was all right, Robert Williams took her in his arms and carried her out of the room.

Ann Charke followed, cautiously following this remarkable man.

She could not help observing the man in secret, and could not guess how Elizabeth had made his

acquaintance.

At the front of the car, Ann Charke was about to speak when she heard the man's deep, magnetic

voice whisper, “Ann from The Charke family, right? Do you want me to send you a car home?”

Ann Charke looked at his face and then at Elizabeth, who was half drunk, in his arms.

“Don't bother. I can get back myself, but Elizabeth…”

Robert Williams opened the door of the car, pushed the woman in his arms into the car, and then sat

down with her, then he said casually as he closed the door, “I'll take her home. It's getting late. Take

care, Miss Charke.”

Ann Charke stood stunned as the car sped away, either in shock or in the presence of the man.

…

Elizabeth had drunk two full glasses of liquors, and now the alcohol was working its way through her

system. She could hardly sit still. As the car moved off, she banged against the side door by the head.

Robert Williams put his hand over her head and pulled her into his arms.

When he looked at her flushed face and frowning, as if she were very uncomfortable, he felt distressed.

So he reached for a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and fed it to her lips, then gave her a hangover

cure.

Elizabeth, unconscious and restless as a Suckling cat, rubbed herself unconsciously against his thigh.

The body of a girl is especially warm and soft after drinking. He rolled his Adam's apple and asked

hoarsely, "Why did you come to that place? Do you have any idea how dangerous it was just now?"

Elizabeth's head ached and she did not want to talk.

Since she refused to speak, he pinched her cheek and said seriously, "be good."

“I… I went there to help Ann Charke to look for Marvin Bennett…”

Robert Williams looked very serious, and he asked solemnly, “You came to my place to look for Marvin

Bennett? Are you out of your mind?"

His place?

Elizabeth frowned slightly and said, “I, I didn’t know that was your place. I just, I just can't let Ann

Charke see Marvin Bennett messing with another woman outside, so I took her there…”

As soon as she finished her words, he looked very angry.

He squeezed her cheek a little harder. “You're willing to sacrifice yourself for Marvin Bennett's fiancee

to go to a place like that! Do you have any idea what goes on in those places during the day?”

Elizabeth made no answer, but seemed to have fallen into a doze, and laid herself on his shoulder, as

cunning as a cat.

…

After half an hour's drive, Elizabeth awoke, and the cure must have taken effect. Her eyes were

brighter and her brain was clearer.

Finding herself sitting on Robert Williams' lap, she immediately scrambled down, looking warily out of

the window at her surroundings. “Let me out of the car! Where are you taking me?”

Robert Williams narrowed his eyes. The anger he had managed to keep from her while she slept

lovingly in his arms was instantly rekindled by her bad manners.

He looked frosty and his voice was cold. "I saved your life, and this is how you treat me?"

Elizabeth lowered her head and softened her voice slightly, “Thank you, Mr. Williams, for saving my life,

but it's getting late. I'd better get home, or...”

“Or what? Marvin Bennett would get upset?”

He said sarcastically: "He is going to marry Ann Charke. Aren't you going to give up? Would you rather

be the 4th wife, or a free whore with no honor?”

Elizabeth blushed, and said sternly, clasping her hands into fists, “It’s none of your business! Mr.

Williams, I've said this so many times, you don't get to tell me what to do!”

Robert Williams's eyes grew colder. He thought he had been patient enough with her, but she could still

easily provoke him.

In that case, no one would have known she was in danger had his deputy not been patrolling the

places. There were no innocent girls in a place like that, and it was quite usual to get raped to death

there.

…

Robert Williams took her to one of his private homes.

The door was locked by fingerprint, so she never had a chance to open it and get out.

Robert Williams took a bottle of spirits from the wine cabinet and put it heavily on the coffee table. Then

he poured her a glass himself.

“Don't you like to go to places like that and get drunk? Come here, finish this bottle for me.”

“…” Elizabeth did not move. “No, I won’t.”

Robert Williams, half smiling, unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt with his long fingers and said, “Drink it

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