The Adorable Twins and Their CEO Daddy

Chapter 43

Chapter 43 That B*****d CEO

In just mere moments, the two grew closer and the distance between them vanished steadily.

In her drunken stupor, Eliana opened her bleary eyes and saw shadows lurking around her blurred vision.

Despite her haziness, one thing remained clear: the bright, vivid gaze of a single man, shining like blessed light within creeping darkness.

His gaze, so deep and bottomless… They were Maurice’s eyes.

Anger rushed through her veins and shot up straight to her head.

Struck by a sudden inspiration of fury, Eliana rose with angry determination and pounced on Maurice like a scorned tigress.She pinched his neck, digging her fingers into his flesh as she roared a mighty yell, "You absolute b*****d!"

Her unexpected fit of fury caught the shocked Maurice off guard.

Unable to react in time, Maurice found himself pushed to the sofa.

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As he fell, he instinctively reached for Eliana and held her firmly so as to prevent her from falling with him.

Eliana ended up straddling on top of Maurice, ready to launch her attack.

But at the most crucial second, she froze in confusion.

She stared at him, blinking her eyes, and mouthed, "Preston? Wait… Why is it you? Where’s that guy?"

"Eliana… You’re drunk."

"No! I saw him just now! I really did! Where did he go? Where is he?!"

Eliana rubbed her eyes, still confused, and removed herself from Maurice.She stumbled to a halt, and then realized that aside from her and Maurice, there was no one else in the private room.

The realization astounded her, she was so sure she saw him a moment ago… Maurice stared at her, unable to make head or tail of her puzzling actions.

"Who?"

His question fell on deaf ears.

Eliana ignored him and promptly took out her phone, and then drunkenly went through her contacts list.

The alcohol had gone to her head, giving her repeated pangs of dizziness. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Her mind was clouded with a strange haze, and she couldn’t think straight.

For a long time she browsed her contacts, only to realize that she didn’t have Maurice’s number saved.

With that, she hopped to the closest thing she had: Corbin’s number.

All the while, Maurice watched her silently.

Her angry outburst reminded him of a temperamental cat, hissing and spitting with its fur standing up.It was both amusing and endearing, to say the least.

Eliana waited for the call to connect.

The moment it did, she hollered at the phone with a roar that sent the entire room shaking.

"Hey!"

Corbin, at the other end of the line, was simultaneously confused and horrified.

"Corbin! It’s you, isn’t it? Listen up! Get… Get Maurice to answer the phone!"

"I… I beg your pardon?"

Corbin was understandably startled.

Eliana’s demand only served to further confuse him.

"Hey, why do you want to talk to Maurice so badly?"

Maurice quickly approached Eliana and held her shaking body steady, for fear her drunkenness would lead her to falling to the floor.

Eliana leaned against his chest, overwhelmed by her dizziness.

She looked at him with a dissatisfied expression and pouted cutely, muttering crossly, "…I want to curse that guy.I’ll curse that b*****d CEO roundly! How dare he take advantage of me when I was in deep trouble? I’ll make him pay!"

Corbin listened to everything Eliana said from the other end, silent all the way.

Privately, he thought Eliana had a lot of guts for being able to say all that about Maurice.

"Preston! You’re great with words.Curse that b*****d for me! Help me do it!"

Eliana’s eyes snapped wide open in wrathful determination.She pressed her phone to Maurice’s ears, excited.

Maurice, for his part, was rendered tongue-tied.

What should he say now? His hesitance went unnoticed by Eliana, whose eyes were shining with eager expectation.

"You’re the only one I can rely on! If I’m really your friend, curse at him for me! Even just a bit is fine!"

Corbin was shaking in fear, but at the same time, he was also quite curious.How on earth would his boss rebuke himself? Maurice’s eyes turned red as annoyance seeped in him.

Scowling, he clenched his teeth.

"You’re digging your own grave, Eliana!"

"Huh…? What do you…?"

Eliana stopped immediately as the alcohol finally got the better of her and struck her into a drunken faint.Her body went limp as her consciousness faded, and she fell on Maurice.

Night soon bled into morning… Eliana slowly woke up, her eyes wide open.

Before she could do anything else, a sharp pain banged her head like the blow of a sledgehammer.

"Miss Pierce, you’re awake.Have some honey water.It’ll make you feel better."

An unfamiliar voice surprised Eliana as she was contending with her stinging headache.

Next to her, a neatly-dressed maid placed a delicate porcelain bowl on the bedside table before leaving the room respectfully.

Questions raced through Eliana’s confused mind.

Where was she? Unfortunately, her curiosity was trumped by her overwhelming hangover.

As she got out of bed, her eyes swept around her surroundings.

The room bathed in bright light, looking spacious and luxurious, and it was furnished with lavish furniture and exquisite decorations.

There was a balcony with an excellent view overlooking a huge lawn meticulously decorated with various kinds of landscape plants.She could also see many uniformed servants walking around.

Whoever owned this place, he must be either rich or powerful.

Still… Wasn’t she drinking with Preston at the Imperial Golden Club yesterday? She recalled the events.

She’d chugged down bottle after bottle, and then got drunk to the world.

Eliana gasped in shock as realization dawned upon her.

Could this lavish place be Preston’s house? Was he this rich?! In her shock, she rushed out of the room to look for him.

The building was a magnificent villa with opulent decorations.

Despite its vast space, the people were few and far between.

The flawless floor underneath her reflected her lonesome figure as she walked around in aimless circles.

Suddenly, the door to one of the rooms she had just passed by swung open.

Frightened, Eliana jumped and retreated in a hurry.

The opened door soon revealed a pair of long legs that belonged to an impeccably handsome man.

He was clad only in a single bathrobe.

His short black hair was drenched wet, and it seemed he had just stepped out of the bathroom.

At his appearance, Eliana’s eyes went wide with shock.

Unable to believe the sight before her, she stammered in confusion, "W why are you here…?"