Seeing Sierra Moore clinging to him like an octopus, Sophie Lucas really wanted to turn away and pretend she didnt know her.

She hesitantly stepped forward and said to Nathan Shaw, "Well, I'm really sorry, Mr. Shaw. My friend is a little drunk."

"I know." Nathan Shaw looked down at the person in his arms, thinking to himself, "If she has not drunk too much, how could I know that she has such a side?"

Seeing the expression on Nathan Shaw's face which was hard to distinguish, Sophie Lucas swallowed hard and braced herself to go forward, "Then, I will take her back first."

She tried her best to pull Sierra Moore over, but a certain someone refused to cooperate. She hugged Nathan Shaw and refused to let go. She even shouted unhappily, telling Sophie Lucas to fuck off.

"Don't mess with me. Believe it or not, I will curse you!"

Sierra Moore was clearly drunk, but this sentence was clearly said. Miss Lucas was so angry. She pulled Sierra Moore's ears and scolded, "Damn girl, wake up."

Sierra Moore felt pain and opened her eyes in confusion.

She looked around blankly, then rudely waved away Sophie Lucas's hands. Only the handsome face on the top of her head was in her eyes.

Getting drunk let her be bold with lust. Sierra Moore smiled and reached out her hand to touch him. Then, she asked recklessly, "Pretty guy, are you mine?"

Hearing this, Sophie Lucas almost fainted and went berserk on the spot, "Sierra Moore, damn you!"

On the other side, Steven Jones couldn't help but laugh as he leaned against George Young's shoulder, "Pretty Guy? Nathan, even you have such a day! "

Sophie Lucas was about to go crazy as she roared, "Sierra Moore, you bastard! Wake up!"

Sierra Moore tilted her head, but her eyes were fixed on Nathan Shaw for each moment. She clicked her tongue adorably and asked, not giving up on hope, "Aren't you?"

Her eyes were cautious and a little fluttering. Nathan Shaw lowered his head and looked at her deeply as if he wanted to see what was at the bottom of her eyes.

"Who am I?" His voice was low and steady, making her at ease.

Her red little face was reflected in his black pupils. Because she was close, her wet eyes looked especially big.

"Who am I?" Sierra Moore repeated his question, her face not completely blank.

Their eyes met, and they were silent.

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and made a bold move again. She took a bite on Nathan Shaw's face, just leaving Nathan Shaw with a stumped expression and a face covered in saliva.

She suddenly climbed onto the table. The microphone in her hand was against her lips as she said loudly, "I now declare that from today onward, you are mine."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only the last sentence remained in Nathan Shaw's ears. "You are mine!"

As for Sierra Moore, after she said this, her body swayed and she almost fell off the table. Fortunately, Nathan Shaw caught her in time.

"Come down." Nathan Shaw suppressed the unknown emotions in his heart and looked at her with a dangerous gaze.

"No!" Sierra Moore became bolder after drinking the wine. She pointed at him and said, "Unless you let me kiss you."

Nathan Shaw narrowed his eyes, the deep meaning in his eyes making others shudder.

Sierra Moore could not understand this now. She grabbed his collar and looked at him fiercely. "Anyway, you won't be able to escape once I make it a done deal."

After saying that, she directly fell head-first into his chest and fell asleep.

This time, Sophie Lucas was completely driven mad.

The Sierra Moore she knew was a gentle and cute little girl. She wondered whether this woman driven by lust was still Sierra Moore? Was she?

At this moment, everyone was trapped in Sierra Moore's boldness, as well as her bold words.

It could be seen that she had been coveting the beauty for a long time. Steven Jones held George Young's arm tightly, and he was already mourning Sierra Moore in his heart, hoping that she would not die too miserably.

"Make it a done deal. Very good. I hope you will remember what you did when you wake up tomorrow."

Thinking to himself, Nathan Shaw looked deeply at the woman in his arms with his half-closed eyelids. His lips curved into a happy arc. He bent down to pick her up and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Sisi, let's go home!"

"Sierra Moore is so drunk now. What will happen if he brings her home?" Thinking to herself, Sophie Lucas hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. "Hey, hey, Mr. Shaw, you can't take her away, Sierra Moore!"

Unfortunately, he pretended not to hear her. She wanted to chase after him, but she was blocked by the three at the door. When she looked up, she saw Ryan Holland's hateful face.

Since these guys were so close to Nathan Shaw, they were naturally together with the bastard. Sophie Lucas was not polite at all and scolded, "Shit, stay out of my way."

Ryan Holland smacked his lips and made an expression of appreciation, "This young lady even looks so sexy when she speaks dirty words. Interesting, I like it."

As a dude who grew up together, Steven Jones immediately stood up and looked at her with a coquettish face. "Miss, why don't we make friends!"

Sophie Lucas looked at the two people with her mouth wide open, thinking to herself, "Who could tell me what is going on?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as you agreed." Steven Jones looked at her with interest.

Miss Lucas looked at them expressionlessly. Her gaze swept over the two handsome faces that each had their own merits. She kindly reminded them, "Gentlemen, what the fuck are you saying? Are you sick?"

Due to this period of delay, by the time Sophie Lucas chased after Nathan Shaw, he had already taken Sierra Moore away. She was so angry that she stamped her feet.

"Nathan Shaw I won't let you go if you dare to touch my girl. Just you wait"

Behind her, three guys stood side by side on the aisle, watching Sophie Lucas leave angrily.

After Sophie Lucas left, Steven Jones looked at Ryan Holland with an insincere smile, "Hey, she said you were sick!" He wanted to keep out of the affair with brief words.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there a doctor here?" Ryan Holland asked with a smirk.

"How is it? Can he be healed?" Steven Jones kindly asked the doctor for him.

George Young glanced at him and said casually, "Its a serious illness. Hes doomed!"

"Ryan, did you hear that? The doctor said that your illness is beyond cure." With these words, Steven Jones laughed as he lay on George Young's shoulder.

Ryan Holland glanced at him and said with a forced smile, "Someone is indeed sick and incurable."

On the way back, Sierra Moore was very obedient and slept all the way.

After the car arrived at the villa, Nathan Shaw carefully carried her upstairs.

Mr. Shaw had never had the experience of taking care of people. When he placed her on the bed, he accidentally woke her up, and as a result, the drunkard vomited all over his body.

"Si! Si!"

Nathan Shaw's face was so dark that it was scary. He wanted to catch her and beat her up. However, the woman knew nothing about it and slept peacefully.

When he helped her change her clothes, Sierra Moore suddenly opened her eyes and hooked her arm around his neck. "Honey."

That soft and sticky address of him immediately evoked the flames in the depths of his eyes.

Being provoked like this again and again, Nathan Shaw felt his entire body tense up. When he lowered his head to look at those trembling starry eyes, he felt as if there was fire burning in his body.

The troublemaker was still unaware, blinking a pair of big watery eyes at him, "Honey?"

His rationale collapsed in a flash. No man could resist such temptation. "You asked for it this time."

Nathan Shaw was never a person who would let him feel wronged. Since she had behaved in this way, he would not refuse anymore...

The next morning, the morning sun shone through the gauze and into the room. It could be seen that today was a good day.

When she slowly woke up, Sierra Moore once again experienced hangover pain. Before her eyes could open, she felt a headache that was about to explode.

However, when she opened her eyes and saw the messy clothes on the ground, her memories overlapped with those of the morning six years ago.

There seemed to be the sound of glass shattering in her ears. Sierra Moore was so scared that her face turned pale. She quickly lifted the quilt. Fortunately, there were no strange marks on her body.

Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she heard movement from the bathroom. The bathroom door opened and Nathan Shaw came out wrapped in a bath towel, revealing his strong upper body.

Nathan Shaw had just taken a bath, and there was still water dripping from his honey-colored skin. It slid down his chest muscles, leaving a seductive mark along his abs.

What a pretty guy coming out of the bath, but Sierra Moore's attention was not here.

As she saw his obviously bitten lips and the strange marks on his body, Sierra Moore's mouth was suddenly wide open. She was pointing at him for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"You, you, you..."

Nathan Shaw lowered his head and looked at his body. A hint of doubtful shyness flashed across his face. His deep eyes flashed as he walked toward her.

"Stop," Sierra Moore cried out in fear when she saw him come over.

As expected, Nathan Shaw stopped and only used his intoxicating eyes to look deeply at her. "Can't you remember what you did to me last night?"

In fact, Sierra Moore still had some memories. She only remembered that after she vomited, she pounced on the man, and then her memories became broken.

However, she was not stupid enough to admit it, so she hardened her neck and acted dumb, "I don't remember."

Looking at her evasive eyes, he knew it was obvious that she was hiding something.

With previous experience, Nathan Shaw was quite skillful at dealing with this situation. His lips curled up, and his cold and elegant arc made Sierra Moore scared. "Do you really not remember? Do you need me to help you recall?"

"Oh, I do have a little impression," Sierra Moore quickly admitted as he moved his legs.

"A little? How much is it?"

Seeing that the smile on Nathan Shaw's face was even colder than before, Sierra Moore felt her scalp go numb. She said to him with a guilty conscience, "Um, I... I was really drunk yesterday. I didn't do it on purpose."

Nathan Shaw's gaze suddenly changed, and the temperature of his voice plummeted. He looked at her with a dangerous gaze. "Do you mean you want me to pretend that nothing happened?"

When these words came out of Nathan Shaw's mouth, it was too strange. Sierra Moore felt a chill run down her spine.

Moreover, Sierra Moore was deeply suspicious of his words. She really wanted to ask him what had happened last night, but she did not dare to do so because Nathan Shaw was very unpleasant now.

"Then, what do you want me to do?" With her heart under a tremendous load, Sierra Moore blinked and asked carefully.