"Ah?" Chloe Preston was taken aback for a moment. Donovan Xavier asked, "You don’t remember?" Chloe Preston nodded. Donovan Xavier leaned against the bed, a hint of a nonchalant smile on his face as he began spouting utter nonsense with a straight face. "You forced a kiss on me last night." Chloe Preston stammered, "N-No... impossible! I... how could I do something like that? You must be lying to me!" Donovan Xavier leaned in closer, wrapping an arm around her waist. He smiled and whispered something in her ear. Her face flushed and her eyes widened as she listened. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him. Chloe Preston tensed and shoved him away vigorously. "No!" Donovan Xavier raised an eyebrow. "No? You seemed to want it badly last night." Chloe Preston couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Did I really say that last night? Was I really that wild and open when drunk? I wish I could find a hole to bury myself in! Chloe Preston took a deep breath and turned her head away, her face completely flushed. "I... I was drunk last night. I don’t remember anything I said." Donovan Xavier’s brow twitched. He turned her small face to make her look directly at him. "It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember. I’ll help you recall everything right now." Terrified, her back went numb and stiff. She pushed him away and scrambled out of bed in a panic. She quickly picked up the nightgown from the floor, her shaking hands fumbling to put it on. Donovan Xavier leaned lazily against the headboard, a nonchalant chuckle escaping his curled lips. "Miss Quinn, it’s on backward." Chloe Preston froze. She glanced down and saw that it was, indeed, on backward. In an instant, she was embarrassed and flustered, her face so red it felt like it could drip blood. Donovan Xavier seemed to enjoy seeing her this way and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was a hearty, unrestrained laugh, yet he still looked impossibly handsome and charming. As Chloe Preston fixed her nightgown, she gritted her teeth, her face burning. "You... you stop laughing." Donovan Xavier ignored her, continuing to chuckle softly to himself. Chloe Preston grew frantic. Her face felt hot, but her heart felt hotter with irritation. She shot him an indignant glare. "Donovan Xavier, you’re still laughing! Stop laughing! I’m not talking to you anymore!" The next second, she spun around, her face beet red, and stormed out of the room in a huff. Chloe Preston got into a car and left The Xavier Residence. Today was Evan York’s mother’s birthday. She had promised him she would go to the Yates’ residence to offer her congratulations. Half an hour later, the car arrived. Chloe Preston opened the door and stepped out. As she looked up, her gaze immediately fell upon Evan York and Ivy Lane standing not far away. She walked over with a smile. "I must be pretty important for you two to be waiting for me at the door!" Today, she wore an exquisitely crafted and luxurious red gown with a halter neck and a backless design. She was already extremely beautiful, and the red color made her appear even more vibrant and alluring. Her temperament was excellent, however—gentle yet cool, without a trace of gaudiness. Instead, she exuded a kind of classical, dignified elegance. It was the dress Donovan had given her the day before yesterday. Ivy Lane, wearing a white, rhinestone-encrusted gown, walked over and linked arms with her. She looked Chloe up and down with a grin. "Chloe, you so rarely wear such a vibrant color! It looks gorgeous on you!" Evan York’s gaze fell upon her as he leaned against a nearby pillar with a lazy, gentle smile. "That dress suits you well. Come on, I’ll take you to see my mom. She’s really missed you!" Chloe Preston nodded and followed them inside, gift in hand. Shortly after she went inside, a black Phantom pulled up to the gate. Donovan Xavier stepped out, his suit immaculate. His handsome features were unparalleled, and his tall, trim figure stood out. His cool eyes held a hint of sharpness, and he possessed an intimidating presence without needing to show anger. He was born with an inherent air of superiority. A man like that was always dangerous. Once you got involved with him, there was no turning back. Liam Keane got out right after him. He walked to Donovan’s side and let out a lazy yawn. "Mr. Xavier, other people bring dates to parties. You brought me... doesn’t that seem a little inappropriate?" Donovan Xavier tilted his head slightly, giving him a menacing sideways glance. "Do you have a problem with that? If you don’t want to be here, you can leave. As it happens, we need someone for a business trip to Africa. Perhaps..." Before he could finish, Liam Keane raised his hands and spoke earnestly, "I’m willing! I have no objections! After you, please!" Donovan Xavier’s expression was indifferent as he strode inside. His gaze swept upwards, and he incidentally caught a glimpse of a red-clad back. His steps faltered, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly. Liam Keane asked, "What are you looking at?" Donovan Xavier replied, "It looks a little familiar." Donovan Xavier watched for a moment before stepping forward, intending to get a closer look, but a voice from behind called out to him. Donovan Xavier turned to see Adrian Rhodes and Leo Sterling walking toward them from a short distance away. Leo Sterling teased him with a smile, "What’s got you so mesmerized?" "Nothing," Donovan Xavier said. He looked toward the spot again, but that slim figure in red had already disappeared. The source of thɪs content is n0velfire.net Adrian Rhodes slung an arm over his shoulder with a carefree, roguish smile. "Let’s head into the banquet hall first. By the way, why didn’t you bring a date?" Donovan Xavier slid a hand into his pocket, his eyes half-closed as he retorted, "You two didn’t bring one either, did you?" Adrian Rhodes raised an eyebrow. "We’re different. Don’t you have an ex-girlfriend? Why didn’t you bring Chloe over?" Donovan Xavier replied, "She had a date with someone else." He said it with feigned indifference, but an imperceptible flicker of disappointment showed in his eyes. She refused me in the end, choosing to keep her appointment with someone else. He sighed, feeling a bit empty inside. He missed her.