Chapter 4The Knight and The Prince

The consequence of letting Archer drink was that I had to drive for two hours like I was facing a formidable enemy.

Archer seemed to have drunk too much, stumbling when he got out of the car.

Out of pity, I went up to support him.

Entering the elevator, Archer extended his long arm and clasped my waist.

That captivating face was inches away, adding a bit of charm due to the drunkenness.

I inexplicably swallowed.

Unexpectedly, Archer caught it all.

"Look good?"

His rich voice carried a hint of tenderness.

I looked away and pushed him.

He remained motionless.

When the elevator door opened, he suddenly bent down, picked me up bridal style, and headed straight for the master bedroom.

I was startled. "Archer, what are you doing?"

He put me on the bed, supporting himself with hands on either side of me.

"Date, drink, sleep. Can't miss one."

My mouth twitched fiercely. I kicked his calf. "Go shower first."

He got up and scooped me up along with him. "Together."

Just as we reached the bathroom door, my phone rang.

I patted him. "Put me down."

Archer was unmoved. "Calls at this hour aren't worth answering."

Inside the bathroom, he placed me on the vanity counter and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

The phone ringing outside stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, Archer's phone rang.

He took the phone from his pocket, hit answer and speaker, and set it aside.

"What's up?"

Only the sound of our breathing filled the spacious bathroom.

I could hear Lucas's voice clearly.

"Where did you take her?"

Archer unbuttoned the last two buttons of his shirt while saying, "Couple stuff. Mind your own business."

Taking off the shirt removed the obstacle, revealing defined abs.

I couldn't resist and put my hand on them.

But just as I touched his chest, he caught my hand.

The man's voice was low: "Don't rush, wait until I finish the call."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas's furious voice came from the phone:

"What are you doing!"

He ignored Lucas, looking at me, smiling like a rogue.

"Want to verify if I can perform or not?"

I subconsciously gripped the hem of my dress. "Then you..."

"No! You can't! Hazel, come out, I'm coming to pick you up right now, you can't be with him..."

The voice cut off.

Archer hung up the phone.

I was a bit puzzled. "Lucas seems very opposed to me being with you?"

"Because he's jealous I have such a beautiful girlfriend."

He slowly leaned in, warm breath spraying on my face, tickling.

I instinctively dodged to the side.

Unexpectedly, big hands turned my face straight, and an overwhelming kiss fell.

He had absolutely no technique to speak of.

Even so, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

I don't know how long it passed, until I could barely breathe, the doorbell rang.

Archer let go of me, his black eyes tainted with emotions I couldn't read.

My dress had been pushed up to my waist at some point, the ironed fabric now wrinkled beyond recognition.

I gave him a ghostly glare.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to kiss me again.

Just then, the knocking outside was deafening.

There was a stance of not giving up until the door opened.

Archer was displeased, but he pulled my dress down. "I'll go check."

I heard Lucas's voice.

But it wasn't convenient for me to go out looking like this, so I waited quietly for Archer to come get me.

Not long after, Archer returned.

He said, "I'm going out for a bit. Wait here for me like a good girl."