Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 423 Suppressing the Thoughts He Shouldn’t Have

After eating, Elspeth handed Yelena over to Hank with confidence, giving the two of them a chance to

be alone.

Hank might have certain intentions, but he was clear-headed. She knew he would not do anything to

Yelena.

And so, a drunk Yelena was then 'abducted' by him to his car.

Just like the last time when she drank too much, she started to snore as soon as she got in the car.

Hank could only inwardly sigh as he watched how she kept wriggling around even after falling asleep.

He then fastened her seatbelt carefully to avoid waking her up.

The moment he got up, Yelena suddenly opened her pair of big, misty eyes, which were filled with

confusion and drunken allure.

He immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Hank…"

"What's wrong?" The fact that she was aware of who he was even when she was intoxicated pleased

him.

Suddenly, she reached out and frantically ruffled his hair. "I've wanted to touch your hair for a long time

now," she slurred. "I finally got to do it today. Hehe!"

He was at a loss for words as he pressed down her wandering hands and went back to the driver's

seat.

After he started driving, she suddenly started making noise about wanting to go to the toilet.

"I don't care! I want to go!"

Hank had no choice but to park the car on the side of the road. When he found a public toilet, he

asked, "Shall I take you there?"

The woman reacted by blinking at him while flashing a sly smile.

"Gotcha. I don't even want to use the restroom."

Hank had no comeback. In that case, there is no need for me to waste time talking to this drunk lady

over here, he thought.

It would be a lie to say that he wasn't tempted when he saw her smile.

However, there was something else that he was more worried about.

"Hank, I'm going to puke."

Having learned his lesson after she cried wolf, he ignored her and kept driving fast.

A crisp retching sound rang out the next second.

The defensive wall around his heart immediately collapsed and he quickly parked the car. He then

turned his head and looked at her, only to see her leaning to the side with a sunken look on her face as

she threw up.

The new car he spent millions on was soiled just like that!

And yet, Yelena was still unappreciative. When she saw him stop the car, she dazedly straightened her

torso and asked while she was still in the middle of throwing up. "Why aren't you driving?"

Hank was speechless at this point. "If you want me to drive now, I will throw you out of the car."

Aggrieved tears abruptly rolled down her face which looked confused just a second ago.

"Why would you throw me out…" Yelena sobbed.

"Alright, alright." Hank immediately surrendered. "I was wrong. Goddammit! Throw up all you want. We

will leave after you're done."

Hearing that, she nodded and stopped crying. She then continued to vomit while lying on her side.

Hank was someone who had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Naturally, he wouldn't send her

home in this situation.

Since his house was closest to where they currently were, he took her back to his home first. After he

settled her down, he drove out again to wash the car.

He would have thrown this car away if it wasn't because Yelena had been in it before.

Two hours had passed by the time he brought the washed car home.

Considering how late it was into the night, he was worried that Yelena's family would suspect him of

being someone indecent for bringing her out and having fun without a care if he were to send her back

to her home now.

In order to leave a good impression and establish a good relationship with his future in-laws, Hank

carefully thought it through and decided to let Yelena stay at his place for the night.

After he got home, he noticed how the woman who had thrown up everywhere was now sprawled on

the side of his bed, puking again.

Her vomit had not only dirtied the sheets this time; even the carpet and her body were covered with

barf.

At that point, Hank's tolerance for uncleanliness was stretched to the limit.

He proceeded to put on gloves and a mask before he took her by the waist and dumped her into the

bathtub. He then pointed the showerhead at her and let the water run.

Even though Yelena was drunk out of her mind earlier, she felt more awake after the water washed

over her.

Seeing herself being bathed in the bathtub by a man wearing a mask, she shrieked in surprise. "Ah!"

Hank managed to suppress his temper as he muttered, "Stay still, Yelena Sullivan."

It was probably his innate oppression that Yelena actually felt fear and cowered without saying

anything.

She had on a white dress today. As soon as she was drenched in water, the wet dress outlined the

exquisite curves of her body.

More importantly, even the color of what lay underneath the dress…

She sounded timid when she let out another sob. "How about I wash it off myself?"

Sure enough, Hank could hardly keep his heart from thumping against his chest as he looked at the

mouth-watering sight.

He took a deep breath and nodded before turning around to leave the bathroom.

While Yelena was left to clean off the vomit on her body while she thought of a countermeasure in the

bathroom, Hank sat by the bedside and struggled to keep his mind from wandering.

He had always found it difficult to have any interest in the women around him. He would even

indifferently refuse those who throw themselves at him.

But when he saw Yelena shivering like a frightened bunny in the bathtub, he actually started having

ideas…

Stop it, Hank Damazio! he quietly scolded himself. She has just become of age. Stop it with these

nonsensical thoughts.

With his strong mentality, he suppressed the thoughts that he shouldn't have.

He was right in the middle of doing that when the phone next to his hand rang.

It was a text message notification ringtone.

It is not my phone. It must be hers.

His principles were telling him not to peek, but his curiosity kept compelling him until he couldn't help

taking a glance.

The message was sent by someone whose name was saved as Pig Head. It was only a simple

sentence that popped up. 'Where are you?'

Hank immediately knew who the sender of the message was, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

Taking advantage of the spare time he had while Yelena showered, he picked up her phone and took a

good look at it. It didn't take long for him to crack the password.

There wasn't a specific reason as to how he knew her password. Judging from how simple a person

she was, Hank was sure that she would use her birthdate as her phone's password.

He had no hesitation as he clicked into the message and replied, 'At a friend's place.'

There was an incoming call the next moment.

Seeing this, Hank took the phone with him and went outside the glass window on the balcony to pick

up the call.

"Yes?" Hank struck first, his cold voice sounding especially low in the middle of the night.

The person on the other end of the line immediately felt their heart tear when they heard a male voice

ring out. "Who are you? Where is Yelena? Why isn't she the one picking up my call?"

Hank glanced at the bathroom and murmured with a hint of amusement, "She is taking a shower."

"I was wondering why she said she is at a friend's house when she usually doesn't say things like that.

She would always tell me which friend it is. Who the hell are you? What are you trying to do to Yelena?"

It was almost 12.00AM now. It was impossible for Max to not worry about Yelena being alone with a

man.