Chapter 1343: This Woman Is Poisonous
"Mr. Saxon, here’s your honey water."
The flight attendant was swift, and soon brought over a cup of richly mixed honey water.
Matthew Saxon took it, took a sip to check the temperature, and then proceeded to straighten Scarlett Yates up, bringing the cup to her lips. With his other hand, he gently patted her face, whispering, "Scarlett, open your mouth."
Honey water can help sober up, and in her current state, drinking some honey water would make it easier when she wakes up from the alcohol.
After being patted twice, she seemed uncomfortable, frowned discontentedly, and murmured softly, "I... I’m not drunk... I can drink another bottle, I’m truly not drunk..."
Anyone who is drunk always insists they aren’t.
Fortunately, even though she was drunk, she just slept in a daze without causing a scene; otherwise, it would have been even more of a headache.
Matthew Saxon nudged the cup against her lips again, coaxing her softly, "I’ve prepared the drink for you, open your mouth and take a sip."
Though she was muddled with intoxication, she could still hear him, her lips moved, and she indeed opened her mouth.
Matthew seized the opportunity and promptly fed her a sip.
"What... What kind of wine is this... Doesn’t taste like alcohol." She smacked her lips twice after drinking honey water, protesting discontentedly.
Drunk like this, yet adamantly clamoring to drink more.
"Drink a few more sips, and you’ll taste the alcohol," Matthew Saxon fed her several more sips. Though continually grumbling with displeasure, she cooperated, drinking the cup slowly over a few minutes.
After drinking, she snuggled against his chest, fluttering her long eyelashes like a butterfly’s wings, her hand lightly resting on his waist, holding him gently, with a contented gurgling sound in her throat.
She carried the scent of red wine on her, a subtle aroma mixed with a sweet grape fragrance, her presence like a grape emitting a sweet scent.
Still like a juicy, sweet, purple grape.
Such a soft and fragrant body nestled charmingly in his arms. Matthew Saxon thought of pushing her away, but his hand hesitated and remained still.
Reluctant.
Even knowing she was dangerous, still unwilling to push her away?
His hand lightly caressed her rosy, enchanting face flushed from the alcohol, moving slowly from her cheek to her brow, then tracing along the bridge of her nose to her soft lips.
Her warm, tender lips still carried an enticing wine aroma.
His finger lingered there, unwilling to move away.
Peach Blossom Eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze gradually turning dim and profound...
The plane passed through the clouds, outside the window lay a breathtakingly beautiful sea of clouds.
Matthew Saxon’s fingers moved back and forth on her lips, feeling the warmth increase in his fingertips, his eyes growing increasingly fervent.
This woman truly was intoxicating.
She constantly held a peculiar allure for him, even though he desperately tried to avoid it, he couldn’t escape.
She was like a heating magnet; whenever he got too close, he inevitably got drawn to her.
He couldn’t remember her, but her impact on him hadn’t changed at all.
"Mr. Saxon, do you need more honey water?"
The flight attendant’s bright and sweet voice suddenly brought Matthew Saxon back, as if his wandering soul returned to his body. He startled for a few seconds before raising his head to glance at the flight attendant, frowning slightly, his voice somewhat dry, "No, thank you."