No Strings Attached

Chapter 455

"Listen here, you little punk, you think you can steal my girl while I'm sloshed? Not on my watch!"

With a swift movement, Ian pulled Clara, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, right into his embrace and planted a kiss on her lips without hesitation.

Clara immediately started pounding on his chest. "Ian, you're plastered. Cut it out, will ya? Orin's still here."

Ian seemed deaf to her protests, showering her face with relentless kisses. Orin's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight.

Clara was frightened and quickly said, "Orin, go sleep with your folks. It's way past your bedtime. I will play with you tomorrow."

Though clearly reluctant, Orin eventually left the room, glancing back every few steps.

Once the door shut, Ian's pecking kisses grew deeper. His tongue, heavy with the scent of whiskey, slipped into Clara's mouth unexpectedly, turning what began as a simple, passionate kiss into something more sensual.

Clara's dress somehow found its way to the floor, and Ian, with bloodshot eyes and a fervent breath, kissed her with reckless abandon. Every hot, moist touch of his lips sent shivers down her spine, eliciting soft moans that echoed in the room. These sounds sent shivers through Ian, igniting his blood.

With a 'click,' Clara heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled. She snapped back to reality. Her hands were tangled in Ian's dark hair, and she whispered weakly, "Ian, don't mess around. You could hurt the baby."

Ian nibbled on her earlobe. His voice, already deep and seductive, turned rough with intoxication as if he were a siren luring her into temptation. "Darling, I won't go all the way." Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

Clara never knew this trick. She was swept into a different kind of bliss, guided by Ian.

Sweaty and panting, they showered together, after which she fell asleep in his arms.

Taking in her rosy, delicate face, Ian couldn't resist kissing her a few more times. His voice was still husky with post-desire. He murmured, "Baby, I'll give you a grand wedding and a honeymoon night like no other."

Meanwhile.

Edwin chewed Ian out, but deep down, he was thrilled to see the couple so in love. Entrusting his beloved sister to his childhood friend made the marriage all the more satisfying.

He ventured alone to the small house where his mother had lived. After lighting a candle for her, he recounted the day's events and chuckled, "Mom, the guy you picked for Clara is quite the fox. He tricked us all. But luckily, his heart belongs solely to Clara. Don't worry, I'll make sure her wedding is handled with class, and she's married off in style."

After bowing thrice to his mother's memory, he prepared for bed.

That was when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Upon seeing the caller ID, he answered immediately.

A man's deep, gravelly voice came through. "Sir, the truck driver you had us watch, has spilled everything."

The news jolted Edwin wide awake. "What did he say?"

"He got into gambling debts. The loan sharks told him if he crashed his truck into your mother's car, they'd wipe his slate clean. But he chickened out at the last minute and didn't go through with it. It was your mother's driver who swerved into the oncoming lane deliberately. He even saw your mother struggling with the wheel, trying to avoid the crash, but she couldn't overpower the driver, and the car collided straight into the truck."