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Chapter 1145: Stole a Kiss from Him

In a panic, she wanted to withdraw her arm, but when she pulled it back, her wrist was pressed down by Ryan Walyon.

"Let’s go!" He held one of her arms around his waist, and Ryan Walyon led her out of the restaurant first.

Ariella Sawyer stiffly accompanied him, and at this moment, many thoughts ran through her mind.

She wondered if Ryan Walyon was drunk, or maybe he had mistaken her for someone else. She also wondered if he was unaware of what he was doing.

But in reality, Ryan Walyon was indeed unsteady on his feet. He just felt that having her help him walk made things a bit easier.

The two of them walked outside like this, with Ryan Walyon’s entire body leaning heavily on Ariella Sawyer.

He was so tall, weighing at least 140 pounds, which was way beyond Ariella Sawyer’s capacity.

On the way out, several times they nearly fell to the ground together.

Reaching Ryan Walyon’s car, the door opened, and after pushing Ryan Walyon inside, Ariella Sawyer couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed onto him in exhaustion.

At that moment, she truly had no strength left, unable to steady herself.

But after falling down, she found it even harder to get up.

Ryan Walyon’s breathing was heavy, his eyelashes, longer than those of a woman, were gently drooping, his eyes tightly closed, showing no signs of waking.

Not wanting to startle him, Ariella Sawyer was too tired to even move a finger, so she lay there on him for a while.

She thought, since Ryan Walyon was drunk today, even if something happened, he wouldn’t know.

Quietly lying above him, she even seriously observed him.

This was the first time she had looked at him so closely.

Ryan Walyon was very good-looking, his features were one in a hundred thousand, just like Adrian Walyon. Every man from the Walyon Family was so stunning.

His lips were very thin, carrying a sense of sensuality. Just looking at them, Ariella Sawyer felt an impulsive urge to kiss him.

The two of them were so close that Ariella Sawyer inadvertently became lost in staring at him.

Ryan Walyon’s breath carried a strong smell of wine, the aroma of red wine suffusing the car.

Ariella Sawyer hadn’t really been drinking tonight, yet she found herself feeling intoxicated.

Her gaze remained fixed on Ryan Walyon, never shifting after landing on his face.

Actually, Ryan Walyon’s thoughts were misguided.

She was no different from other women.

Encountering him, she too would have thoughts of coveting him.

It was a frightening thought; upon seeing him, Ariella Sawyer couldn’t help herself.

Wanting to get closer to him, wanting to know him better, wanting to kiss him.

Only when seeing him did she feel this way; no other man had ever made her feel this.

If there’s anything that sets Ariella Sawyer apart from other women, perhaps it’s that her desire to do something to him is purely because of who he is, not due to his status, nor because of his family’s position as Young Madam of the Walyon Family, or their power.

It’s simply because of him as a person.

Anything else, Ariella Sawyer disdains.

Ariella Sawyer stared at Ryan Walyon for several long minutes, her heart constantly in turmoil.

There were two voices inside her; one kept urging her to kiss him, figuring whatever happened, he wouldn’t know.

The other voice told her he didn’t like her and that she shouldn’t do it.

Ariella Sawyer struggled and struggled, but eventually leaned her face towards him.

It’s his business who he likes.

Ariella Sawyer only knew that the person she liked was him.

Her soft lips pressed against his, Ariella Sawyer closed her eyes, gently leaving a kiss on his lips...