He Clings to Me Every Night-Chapter 886

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Do You Intend to Take Liberties with Me?

Chapter 886 -886: Do You Intend to Take Liberties with Me?

Grace Ziegler had accurately predicted the time Daniel Marshall would arrive, so she took another swig of baijiu (Chinese liquor).

To make sure the scent of alcohol was all over her and to convincingly feign drunkenness, Grace Ziegler deliberately spilled some baijiu on her clothes as well.

Afterward, Grace Ziegler deliberately leaned on the dining table, feigning a state of drunken sleep.

Suddenly, a brute force shook Grace Ziegler a few times.

Instantly, Grace Ziegler felt that something was off.

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If it had been Daniel, he wouldn’t have been so rough with her, and it was strange—why hadn’t he spoken?

Grace Ziegler continued to play drunk, still sprawled on the table.

The other person made no sound at all, and Grace Ziegler didn’t know who it was.

Could it be that Daniel hadn’t come?

Thinking thus, Grace Ziegler’s heart suddenly sank, her mood becoming tightly wound.

Which bastard wanted to mess up her big plan?

Get lost quickly!

No one touched her again, and as Grace Ziegler hesitated whether to get up and see what was going on, without warning, she was abruptly yanked by a brute force and, the next second, hoisted over someone’s shoulder.

The person was not gentle at all and seemed not to care whether she lived or died.

Carrying her, they walked away.

With her head towards the ground and her stomach pressed against the shoulder, Grace Ziegler felt nauseous and uncomfortable; her whole body felt terrible.

In an instant, Grace Ziegler opened her eyes and slapped the man who was walking, “Are you trying to take advantage of me?

Uh…

I’m not drunk, I can still drink, I still know how to go home, I can call the cops!

Uh…

let me down, I still want to eat barbecue, I want to drink more.

Where’s my drink?

Uh…”

The other person continued in silence, walking on his own, and, moreover, his steps quickened, making Grace Ziegler feel even worse.

“Stop!

Uh…

I’m going to vomit!”

Grace Ziegler felt she was doing a pretty good job of playing the part of someone dead drunk, with even the burping sounds coming out naturally.

Yet, the person remained indifferent, showing no intention of putting her down.

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Suddenly, the man stopped.

Immediately afterward, Grace Ziegler was thrown into the back seat of a car.

Though she wasn’t hurt, Grace Ziegler felt extremely uncomfortable.

Before Grace Ziegler could come to her senses, she felt dizzy and now really wanted to throw up.

Unable to hold it in, Grace Ziegler made a few dry heaving gestures, but she was only dizzy, her stomach distressed, and she couldn’t vomit at all.

The man got into the car and drove off without paying any attention to her.

Grace Ziegler lay in the back seat of the car and took a while to slowly recover.

As Grace Ziegler sat up, pretending she had sobered up a bit, she realized the man driving the car was Daniel Marshall’s bodyguard—Simon Howard.

Grace Ziegler pretended to be silly and laughed coquettishly, showing a bit of drunken foolishness, “Hehehe…

Mr.

Howard, hello!

I can still drink, let me out of the car, I want to drink!”

Simon Howard didn’t glance back at Grace Ziegler and spoke coldly, “Enough, stop pretending, it’s just you and me here, you know exactly what’s going on.”

“Mr.

Howard, what are you talking about?

I clearly was eating barbecue!

Who asked you to come?

I didn’t ask you to pick me up, I know how to get home myself.” Sitting in the back seat, Grace Ziegler deliberately acted noncompliant, shaking her head and giggling foolishly from time to time.

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