Everyone was taken aback. Claire Chandler asked, "What are you doing?" Donovan Xavier’s lips curled into what might have been a smile. He flexed his knuckles, and his tone was unusually frigid. "My hand slipped." Beside him, Chloe Preston kept her head bowed, not daring to look around. Right now, I wish I could just dig a hole and crawl into it! Then, she cautiously lifted her gaze and met his eyes. His eyes were filled with icy sharpness and seething anger, as if he were about to execute her on the spot in the next second! Chloe Preston swallowed, a knot of fear tightening in her throat. She felt it was best not to linger. Pursing her lips, she said, "Claire, I have to get back to the hospital for surgery, so... I’ll be going now!" Seeing this, Claire was reluctant to let her go but could only nod. "Alright, have Evan take you there!" Chloe Preston refused outright, "No need!" If Evan York takes me to the hospital, given Donovan Xavier’s temperament, he’ll surely eat me alive when we get back to The Xavier Residence! But Claire was insistent. "Just let him take you. He’s free anyway!" "Evan, get up and take Chloe to the hospital." Evan York coughed, lifted his eyes, and cautiously glanced in Donovan Xavier’s direction. Seeing him remain still, Claire frowned, her patience wearing thin. "Why aren’t you getting up?" Chloe Preston forced a smile. "Claire, it’s really not necessary. Evan must be busy, so I shouldn’t bother him." Claire replied, "It’s fine. He’d be happy to take you!" Suddenly, Donovan Xavier rose from his chair. He was tall and imposing, his black eyes chillingly cold. He shot them a glance before striding away. Claire called after him, "You haven’t eaten yet, where are you going?" Donovan Xavier didn’t say a word. His retreating figure exuded cold indifference mixed with a hint of suppressed anger as he walked further away. Chloe Preston watched him go and sighed softly. He’s angry again, she knew. She turned her head, her pretty face set and her lips forming a pout as she shot a cold glare at Butler Chandler. It’s all his fault! Why did he have to say Evan York and I would make a good couple? That mouth of his is so infuriating! Chloe Preston drove back to The Xavier Residence alone. She’d had several surgeries to perform today. After leaving the Yates Family’s home, she went straight to the hospital and had been busy ever since. Throughout it all, he hadn’t called her once or even sent a single text. Just then, Housekeeper Wallace trotted over to greet her. "Miss Quinn, you’re back!" Chloe Preston nodded. She pursed her lips and asked, "Yes. Has Donovan Xavier returned?" Housekeeper Wallace sighed. "The master is back, but he’s in a foul mood. He has a sour look on his face, and he’s been snapping at everyone he sees all night!" "He didn’t eat just now, either. No one dares to go near him for fear of getting yelled at!" Chloe Preston frowned but said nothing as she walked inside. 「Upstairs, in the bedroom.」 Chloe Preston opened the door and came in. "I’m back." He didn’t seem to be in the room. Suddenly, a sound came from the bathroom. Chloe Preston turned her head, her expression unreadable as she glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door. Donovan Xavier had taken off his clothes. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. His muscles were tight and sleek, the grooves of his abdominal muscles were sharply defined, and veins stood out on his lean, powerful forearms. He radiated a wild, scorching masculinity, his entire being charged with intense sexual tension. The shower was on, cold water pouring down over him. After a moment, with a CLICK, the bathroom door was pulled open. Donovan Xavier looked up, not the slightest bit fazed or embarrassed. His voice was cold and indifferent. "Get out!" Chloe Preston, however, was unfazed. She leaned against the doorframe, meeting his gaze. They stood like that for a long moment. Donovan Xavier raised an eyebrow. He leaned back against the cold wall, his posture lazy. A mocking half-smile played in his dark eyes. "Seen enough?" Chloe Preston walked over to stand before him. Rising onto her tiptoes, she wrapped her small hands around his neck. "Not enough." With her soft, fragrant body in his arms, Donovan Xavier clenched his fists, his control nearly shattering. She was so close, he could smell the faint scent of alcohol on her. Donovan Xavier’s eyelids drooped slightly as he looked down at her. "You’ve been drinking again?" Chloe Preston buried her face against his firm, powerful chest. Her pretty face was rosy as she nodded. "Mhm, just a little." As she spoke, she tilted her head up and kissed him lightly. Donovan Xavier didn’t stop her. "You’re very drunk, Chloe Preston," he said in a husky voice. Chloe Preston’s small face was flushed from the alcohol, but her eyes were clear and bright. She smiled. "I’m not drunk. I’m perfectly sober." Sober? To him, she was completely plastered. Normally, just asking her to unbuckle his belt would make her impossibly shy. She was only ever this bold when she was drunk. Chloe Preston hugged his powerful waist tightly. The next moment, a wild array of colors flashed across Donovan Xavier’s handsome face before it finally settled on a deep, furious red. Donovan Xavier raised his hand and seized her mischievous one. "Chloe Preston, watch yourself!" Chloe Preston’s eyes were hazy with drink. She didn’t say a word, only continued to hug him. The drunk her was a completely different person from the sober her. Even he was powerless against her . The most infuriating part was that she would wake up the next day having forgotten everything completely. She’d deny it all and refuse to admit a thing! Donovan Xavier reached out to steady her, his dark eyes gradually deepening. This update is available on novel※fire.net "Chloe Preston, from now on, without my permission, you are not to touch another drop of alcohol!" Chloe Preston was displeased. "Why?" She looked up at him, her eyes as clear as water. Donovan Xavier said, "A drunk you is too alluring." Chloe Preston was completely dazed from the alcohol. Mistaking this for a compliment, she broke into a brilliant smile, her little face flushed red. She rose onto her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and planted a firm peck on his thin lips. "You dare to kiss me?" he growled. "Why wouldn’t I dare?" As she spoke, she leaned in and kissed the corner of his lips again. Donovan Xavier grabbed her, pushing her back slightly. Seeing him push her away, Chloe Preston’s pretty face fell. Her bright eyes looked up at him, and she asked with a pained pout, "Don’t you like it when I kiss you?" How could he possibly not like it? Looking at her now, ... if she were to ask for his very life, he would give it to her without a moment’s hesitation. Donovan Xavier leaned in, his jet-black eyes fixed on hers as he asked in a low voice, "Miss Quinn, I have self-respect. I’m not a casual man." "If I let you kiss me, will you even remember it tomorrow?" Chloe Preston obediently nodded. Donovan Xavier pressed, "And what if you deny it?" Chloe Preston looked at him, her smile dazzling. "I’ll take responsibility for you."