Female Novel
Chapter 593
The wind blew, and Zach caught a mix of Madelyn's natural scent and the sharp smell of alcohol.
With strong force, he pulled her up from the ground. As she stumbled, he quickly held onto her waist,
feeling her warmth through her light dress.
Zach took the beer can from her hand and looked at it. He said in a deep, emotionless voice, "Just one
can and you're this tipsy? You're still the same, making silly decisions."
"Why do you care? If you want beer, just ask. Why are you being so rude?" Madelyn's words were
jumbled and her voice soft. She walked to a nearby set of steps and sat on a wooden chair at the top.
She tucked her legs under her and rested her head on her knees. She didn't say anything else.
Under the streetlight, Zach stood close by, wearing dark everyday clothes. He looked tall next to her.
"How long will you stay here? Don't you want to go home?"novelbin
Madelyn mumbled, "I don't have a home anymore. I wish my mom was still alive... She'd look after me."
Zach sat with her for a while, showing a rare moment of patience. Madelyn finished the remaining beer,
getting even more muddled.
Soon, it was almost 11 o'clock. The area near the park's lake was empty and quiet.
Zach carried her to the passenger seat of his car. Drunk Madelyn was always calm and never acted
out; even completely intoxicated, she would just sleep.
Even though Madelyn had always been a headstrong person, deep down, she never wanted to be a
burden. This was the first time she had ever gotten blackout drunk outside.
As Zach was moving away, Madelyn's hand reached out, grabbing his sleeve. Her face was flushed
from the drinks, her eyes half-closed but trying to focus. "Mister, can you take me home? I live in
Southern Haven Villas in Ventropolis. It's the twelfth house on the left. Don't forget. I'll pay you for the
ride."
Zach gently brushed aside the strand of hair stuck to her lips, "What if I don't want your money? What
else can you give?"
Madelyn, clearly puzzled, said, "I can give you anything you ask for. But apart from money, I'm not sure
what I have to offer." She lay quietly, looking innocent.
Zach's voice deepened, "How can you say you have nothing?" He slid into the passenger seat and
leaned it back.
With a shove, Madelyn said, "Can you lower the window? It's getting hot in here."
The air in the car felt stuffy.
Madelyn reached out, trying to let down the car window. As the window came halfway down, Zach
gently took her hand. Her sleeve slipped a little, revealing her smooth skin.
"It'll cool down soon," he murmured, his voice husky.
It did become cooler, but it was because the ties of her long dress came undone.
Her lace bra revealed part of the full bosom to him, intensifying his desire. He pulled it down, exposing
them fully.
But before he went further, he reached a compartment in the car and took out a tube. He gently
squeezed it to get a little cream-colored ointment and then snaked his hand between her thighs to
apply it on her sensitive spot.
During the process, Zach could feel Madelyn's moisture. He inched his finger to her inner sanctum
where she felt so wonderfully.
Madelyn could not help but move.
Zach's voice, filled with restrained desire, softly cooed, "Be a good girl; it'll get better soon."
"But I feel weird," she whimpered.
"Hold on," Zach reassured her, leaning in to reward her with a kiss on her lips.
Feeling that the cream had been applied sufficiently, primarily to alleviate her discomfort, Zach gently
brushed her lips with his glistening fingers.
The sticky sensation made Madelyn lick her lips. Zach noticed, and the simple act made his heart race,
as if he had taken some love potion.
"What is this? What have you done to me? It's making me feel even weirder..."