Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2-Chapter 73: +18 Feeling Hot

Chapter 73: +18 Feeling Hot
Taking steps, she once again entered the banquet hall.
Sarah and a few friends were chatting.
As soon as they saw Beauty, flushed from the outside, step in, Sarah immediately approached her and tugged at her sleeve in concern.
"Beauty , are you drunk?
Maybe you should tell Lucas, let him help you fend off some of the alcohol.
You’re a girl, getting this drunk isn’t good."
Beauty gave a smirk and took hold of Sarah’s hand, laughing blithely, "That pervert of an uncle...
How could he possibly help me deflect the drinks!
I bet he’s eager to see me embarrass myself!"
She swiftly emptied a glass of honey lemon juice from a waiter’s tray, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and felt clearer-headed at once.
"Maybe I should go and mention to him that it’s not only unattractive for a girl to get this drunk, but it’s also unsafe."
No sooner said than done, Sarah grabbed Beauty’s hand and marched toward Lucas, who was standing not far away in conversation with Drake.
A chill passed over her face.
Upon seeing Beauty, Lucas raised his cold eyes and queried, "Why were you in the restroom for so long?
There are so many people here today, what if something happens?"
His icy tone held a touch of concern and care.
Beauty felt a pang of apprehension and quickly bit her lip.
"I was just..."
"Where did you go?"
The temperature in Lucas’s stare dropped another degree, glaring at her flushed face.
"Nowhere, I was just standing outside for a while.
I am completely sober now and ready to toast with you."
She didn’t want to let Lucas continue his sarcastic taunts at her.
Perhaps he wouldn’t care if she got drunk, not in the least.
Maybe it was not important to him, and there was no need for her to explain.
While forcibly suppressing the pain in her bleeding knee, she straightened her back, meeting Lucas’s gaze without a change in her expression.
"No need."
"I’m fine.
If you don’t believe me, touch my forehead.
I don’t have a fever at all."
Beauty was about to put her hand on his forehead.
He suddenly shouted sternly, "I said no need, can’t you understand?"
Frightened, she immediately pulled back her hand, tightly biting her lower lip.
She didn’t know what was wrong, perhaps her feelings were aggravated by his shout, and her eyes filled with aggrieved tears.
Yet they stubbornly refused to fall.
Just like her, stubbornly refusing to bow her head to someone.
Sarah frowned slightly and glanced at Lucas, "She’s still a young girl, why are you so mean to her?
She drank so much alcohol today, if you don’t care about her, that’s one thing, but why be so fierce to her, especially since it’s her birthday?"
Lucas didn’t say a word, gave Beauty a slight look.
He grabbed her arm and leaned into the crowd.
The way he pulled her made Beauty feel a twinge in her knee, and she was dizzy.
Drake snorted, "It seems that Lucas still cares a lot about that girl."
While saying this, he looked at Sarah with a smile.
Sarah didn’t pay any attention to him and turned to go to the restroom, leaving him with a resolute and desolate silhouette.
Watching the one he loves walked away, he clenched his fist tightly, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
But his mood was quickly covered by a wave of cool indifference, his wickedly crooked lips headed to a gathering of beautiful women.
The tenderness he couldn’t get from Sarah , he could reclaim from a multitude of other women.
However many he wanted, there were always those who willingly threw themselves into his embrace.
At this thought, his lips unknowingly twitched, revealing a bitter smile.
In a corner to the other side, Paul leaned his body against the wall, making a phone call with a smug smile on his face.
Proudly, he spoke into the handset: "Laura, I managed to get her to drink that water.
I bet it won’t be long before she makes a fool of herself.
Remember, we had a deal.
I’ve done you a big favor, now you must let me become a model for Marson’s .
You must keep your word."
The other party must have agreed swiftly as she hung up not long after, revealing a smug smile.
Coldly, he opened his lips to say, "Beauty, don’t blame me.
Who told you to offend Princess Laura?
Just wait, I’m sure there’ll be a good show soon."
The bottle of whiskey in the tray was almost all gone, Beauty had nearly drained it.
Lucas, acting like none of this concerned him, was standing to the side, watching her drink cup after cup.
His face bore no expression.
Suddenly, she felt excessively warm, and a flame seemed to be igniting from somewhere within her body.
The faces of those men amplified tenfold before her.
Lucas’s hand tightly held hers, which was icy at first, was now boiling.
Her small face was abnormally flushed, like a ripe apple, tempting others to not help but take a bite.
Feeling her abnormal condition, he immediately took the cup from her hand and drained it in one gulp.
Although he hadn’t gotten drunk today, he’d still consumed quite an amount of hard liquor.
There was a trace of redness around his neck, but compared to Beauty, it was mild.
"Drake, please assist these customers for me, I need to step out for a moment."
These words had barely landed when he took Beauty into the corner, pressing her against the wall.
His deep gaze fixed upon her, "You could usually hold your liquor, why are you suddenly so hot?
Are you sick?"
Lucas placed his large hand on her feverish forehead.
At this moment, Beauty felt as if she was on fire.
His cool fingers provided a much-welcomed relief.
She couldn’t help but let out a soft ’ah’, her eyebrows furrowing in discomfort.
Her cry resonated deeply in Lucas’s ears, stirring a fierce fire within him.
Her delicate grasp clung fiercely onto the corner of Lucas’s shirt.
Her half-closed eyes and rosy cheeks reminded him of ten thousand tiny ants crawling around his heart.
"Beauty, what on earth is wrong with you?"
Lucas almost growled.
He had never seen himself as an unflappable gentleman.
Now, with her teasing him so openly, he feared that he might not be able to resist.
"Lucas, I’m so hot...I feel like I’m in flame..."
As she moved to draw closer to him, her clear eyes darted around, not understanding why she suddenly felt as if she was being scorched.
Seeing her like this, Lucas’s body shuddered, His hands pressed firmly onto her trembling shoulders, his gaze sharp as a dagger.
With frosty precision, his warning punctuated each syllable: "Beauty, do you understand what you’re doing?"
She was all smiles, one hand tugging at her own clothes, the other hanging around Lucas’s neck, seemingly oblivious to everything.
"Lucas...Am I sick?
Why do I feel so hot?"
As she moved her gentle lips to his, Lucas forcefully covered her mouth.
Though this corner was secluded, if they were seen, it would stain his personal reputation, impact his business, and potentially harm the young woman before him.
He couldn’t take that risk.