The car slowly came to a stop in front of the hotel in no time. It was then that Roxanne finally spoke. “Thank you. Just drop me off here.”
She then gave Lucian a nod and got out of the car. The moment her feet touched the ground, she stumbled forward and almost tripped.
The alcohol had kicked in since earlier, and it was quite warm in the car. Despite trying her best to stay attentive, she still couldn't help but feel drowsy.
Thus, her legs went weak like jelly when she stepped on the ground.
Just when she was about to fall forward, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist and pull her back into the car.
Lucian only let go of her once she sat back in the seat and regained her balance.
It took Roxanne a few seconds to figure out what had just happened.
Their interaction just now was a bit too intimate, and she just couldn't bring herself to thank him.
“I'll walk you to your room.”
Before Roxanne could react, he had already opened the door, gotten out of the car, and moved to her side. He stared at her, waiting for her to get out.
After a short moment of hesitation, Roxanne got out cautiously.
Learning from her experience earlier, she took extra care in stepping out of the car and finding her ground.
As Lucian watched her walk ahead, he retracted his slightly outstretched arm and strode after her.
When they reached her room, Roxanne stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “I can go in by myself. Thank you for your help today, Mr. Farwell. I'll treat you to coffee next time.”
Without waiting for Lucian's reply, she opened the door and walked inside.
Yet before she could close the door, Lucian had forced himself into the room.
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