Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 354 - 353 Your Lips are Soft and Sweet

Yancy Hastings immobilized Fiona Sutton with one hand, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glaring.

"Behave."

Unfazed by his cold reprimand, Fiona kept kicking.

"Fiona!"

Yancy felt a throbbing headache. He truly regretted his decision to pick her up on a whim.

"You good-for-nothing jerk, I’ll fight you!"

"You’re exposed."

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Fiona grabbed the blanket to cover herself, eyeing him warily.

Yancy casually tossed aside the towel he’d used to dry his hair.

"Last night, you got drunk and vomited everywhere. Was I supposed to let you sleep in a pile of filth with your clothes on?"

He picked up her freshly laundered Camouflage Suit piece by piece, turning to look at Fiona who was now sitting on the bed.

"Don’t go drinking wine alone in places like bars. You might end up sleeping with someone and not even know it."

After speaking, he gathered the clothes and headed towards the bathroom.

Now alone in the empty room, Fiona grabbed her cell phone from the bedside table.

No missed calls.

Fiona’s fists clenched instantly as she dialed Charles Northwood’s number. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

After about ten seconds, Charles Northwood’s voice came through.

"Hello?"

His sleepy voice told her that he was still not fully awake.

"Armed Guard," Fiona yelled, her eyes reddening, "answer me this: am I really your friend?"

A strong-willed girl like her wouldn’t cry so easily.

But she was suddenly terrified to imagine what might have happened at the Western Street Bar if that good-for-nothing jerk, Yancy, hadn’t taken her away.

"What’s wrong with you now?"

Charles Northwood turned over in bed, reached for the glass of cold water on his bedside table, and gulped it down.

"Why didn’t you go to the Western Street Bar?"

Fiona suppressed her anger, asking him as calmly and gently as she could.

"I was sick, so I didn’t go."

Looking pale, Charles Northwood sat up in bed and touched his forehead. It was still hot.

"Charles Northwood!"

Fiona’s furious roar rang out over the phone, making his eardrums vibrate.

"You’ve never treated me as a friend, have you? Would you be happy if I got taken advantage of? Fine! Let me tell you, I got drunk, I got fucked, I got gang-banged!"

After her outburst, Fiona promptly hung up.

Only after hanging up did her tears finally fall. As she turned, she saw Yancy Hastings leaning against the bathroom doorway.

He was dressed in his Military Uniform, looking handsome and distinguished, exuding the steely resolve unique to soldiers.

Fiona found herself captivated for a moment. When she snapped back to reality, she noticed a teasing smile on Yancy’s lips.

Damn it, why am I swooning over him at a time like this?

I have to get over this soldier.

"Got fucked? Got gang-banged?"

A smile spread across Yancy’s lips. Few men would dare speak such words, yet she said them so smoothly.

"Are you trying to slander me?"

Yancy frowned. "Hmph! Armed Guard? So that gibberish she was muttering last night, ’Armed Guard,’ was actually a person? What an absurd nickname."

"I wouldn’t dare."

Fiona silently rolled her eyes. Confirming she hadn’t been taken advantage of, she felt a wave of relief.

She had to admit, being taken by Charles Northwood would have been the best outcome.

Yancy chuckled. "Heh." He picked up the belt from the table and casually buckled it.

"By the way," he added, "your lips are pretty soft and sweet."