The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 130

Tamara shook her head, her cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. "No... I don't want to go home..."

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening. "Milford, take me to your place, okay?"

Milford was silent for a moment but finally nodded. "Okay."

In his eyes, Tamara had always been that innocent, gentle girl. Seeing her drunk like this, he couldn't just leave her to go home alone.

...

Inside Milford's apartment, the lights were dim.

As soon as they entered, Tamara "stumbled" onto the sofa, her collar slipping to reveal her shoulder and neck. She looked up at Milford, her voice sounding wronged. "Milford... why are you standing so far away?"

Milford stood to the side, handing her a glass of warm water. "Drink some water. Sober up."

Tamara didn't take it. Instead, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling gently.

Caught off guard, Milford was pulled down close to her. The distance between them vanished, their breath mingling.

"Milford..." Tamara's voice trembled slightly, full of temptation. "We're getting engaged soon. Don't you miss me?"

Milford's breath hitched as he looked at the face he had admired for years. Even though Tamara still had that delicate, charming face, seeing it now filled him with an inexplicable irritation.

He instinctively wanted to pull back, but Tamara wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to let him escape. Her red lips brushed his ear. "Tonight... I want to stay with you."

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