Accidentally Crossing the Tycoon
Chapter 151
Audrey’s POV:
Caspar gave James a cold glance.
James immediately turned around, mumbling something about checking the car.
Before I could process what was happening, Caspar’s lips were on mine again.
Despite his inebriated state, there was a possessiveness in his kiss that made my heart race.
“We need to go,” I said, pushing gently against his chest.
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
He gave me a lopsided grin that was simultaneously infuriating and endearing.
“Does that mean you’re taking me home, Lane?”
I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach at his suggestive tone. “Yes, to your home. Let’s go.”
With James’s help, we managed to get Caspar into the back seat of his sleek black Bentley.
I slid in beside him, and within minutes of the car pulling away from the curb, his head drooped onto my shoulder.
His breathing deepened, and I realized he’d fallen asleep.
I studied his face in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows.
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Relaxed in sleep, the hard lines of authority softened.
“Does Mr. Thornton often drink this heavily at business dinners?” I asked James, keeping my voice low.
James glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
“No, Miss Lane. Mr. Thornton rarely drinks to excess. In fact, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen him like this in all my
years of service.”
“Then why tonight? And why weren’t you with him from the beginning?”
James hesitated.
‘Mr. Thornton and Ms. Walker have known each other for many years. I thought it best to give them privacy.”
Noticing my expression, he quickly added.
“Please don’t misunderstand, Miss Lane. Their relationship is strictly professional..
I nodded, although I was still concerned about Caspar’s special treatment toward Sophia.
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By the time we reached the Thornton estate, Caspar was still fast asleep.
With Edward’s help, we managed to get him upstairs and onto the bed.
After Edward left, I changed into my nightgown and washed my face.
When I returned to the bedroom, I noticed something alarming–Caspar’s face had taken on a grayish pallor, and when I touched his forehead, his skin was ice cold.
“Caspar?” I shook his shoulder gently, then more firmly when he didn’t respond.
Caspar, wake up!”
His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and glazed.
‘Cold,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Panic surged through me.
This wasn’t normal drunkenness. “What’s wrong? Should I call a doctor?”
“Pills, he managed, gesturing weakly toward the bedside table. “In… drawer.”
I realized he was having another episode.
I yanked open the drawer and found a small silver case.
Inside were several white tablets.
I quickly filled a glass with water from the bathroom and helped Caspar sit up enough to take the medication.
“You know you’re not in good health, why do you still drink so much?” I demanded, fear making my voice sharp.
Caspar could barely respond.
“C–cold,” he managed to say.
Seeing him in such a vulnerable state, my anger softened.
I hurried to turn up the radiator in the room, then returned to pile the blanket on top of him.
“Is that better?” I asked.
“Still c–cold,” he whispered, his face pale and drawn.
I hesitated for only a moment before slipping under the covers beside him
Immediately, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his icy body.
Gradually, his trembling subsided as my body heat enveloped him.
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His breathing became more regular, his grip on my waist relaxing slightly but never letting go.
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The temperature beneath the heavy blankets quickly became stifling for me, but every time I tried to shift away even slightly, his arm would tighten reflexively around me.
I resigned myself to the uncomfortable heat, too worried about his condition to risk disturbing him.
My eyelids grew heavy as exhaustion from the stressful evening caught up with me, but I fought to stay awake, monitoring his breathing and
the slowly returning warmth to his skin.
When his temperature finally seemed normal and his breathing had been steady for over an hour, I allowed myself to drift off, still wrapped
tightly in his embrace.
Morning light was streaming through the windows when I opened my eyes again.
I found myself staring directly into Caspar’s face–he was already awake, watching me with a gentle smile.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice still rough but much stronger than last night.
I scowled at him. “Do you have any idea how close you came to needing an ambulance last night?”
“I know,” he said softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face
“I’m fortunate you were here.”
“Don’t think that will make me go easy on you,” I warned, though I could feel my resolve weakening under his gentle touch.
“If Clara and I hadn’t coincidentally chosen the same restaurant as your little dinner date, who knows what would have happened?”
I couldn’t help adding, “You’d probably be waking up with Sophia in your arms right now instead of me.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“That wouldn’t have happened.”
“Oh really? She seemed pretty eager to take you home.”
“Sophia prefers women,” he said simply.
I blinked in surprise. “What?”
“She’s Lesbian, Audrey.”
“Oh.” I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“Well, that doesn’t change the fact that you shouldn’t be drinking at all with your condition.
“I shouldn’t,” he admitted.
No more alcohol for you. None. Zero.”
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I crossed my arms, daring him to challenge me.
To my surprise, Caspar nodded without argument.
“As you wish.”
His easy acquiescence made me suspicious.
“Why did you agree so easily?”
A satisfied smile spread across his face.
“You’re concerned about me.”
I huffed. “I care about Noah not losing his father.”
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“Is that all?” His eyes held mine, challenging me to admit the truth.
“Of course,” I began, but his intense gaze made my heartbeat quicken.
“You know what happens when you lie to me, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb tracing my lower lip in a gesture that reminded me vividly
of our kiss at the restaurant.
I swallowed hard, memories of that moment flooding back.
Before I could reply again, a soft knock at the door interrupted us.
“Mr. Thornton?” Amy’s voice called through the door.
“Kevin just contacted me.”
