Summer Sweetheart novel (Leonardo and Summer)

Chapter 1292 Who Is More Handsome?

Hearing the familiar voice, Carl froze.

After a few seconds, Carl slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

Jessica returned. She was standing beside him with a cup of tea, looking down at him.

Carl was delighted, but then he thought his posture was so ugly now, so he struggled to get up.

But he couldn't.

Jessica sighed helplessly. She put the tea aside and bent down to help Carl.

Unexpectedly, Carl shook off her hand and said, "Are you looking down on me? I can get up on my

own!"

Jessica watched as Carl got up and fell down.

After several times, she could not bear to watch any longer and directly dragged Carl to the sofa on the

side.

Carl was too weak to break free from her and could only shout, "I am your boss. Won't you feel sorry

for treating me like this?"

Jessica ignored him. She turned back and brought the cup of tea to Carl.

Carl took it and drank. Carl choked, but he finished the whole cup of tea anyway.

Jessica took a napkin and stuffed it into his hand, signaling him to wipe the water off the corner of his

mouth.

Carl did not move. So Jessica picked up the tissue and helped him wipe it.

As soon as she reached out to him, Carl grabbed her hand. Because of the alcohol, he looked fragile.

He looked at Jessica like an innocent child.

Jessica avoided Carl's gaze awkwardly, but Carl would not let her go and tilted his head to look at her.

"You didn't say thank you," he said much more slowly than usual. After getting drunk, he looked a little

clumsy, and cute.

Speaking of this, Jessica was a little angry and said, "I didn't ask you to drink so much with Mr. Melvin." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

She knew Carl was always protective of whoever working for him. But if it were another person here

today, Carl might not be so aggressive.

However, the ordinary artists wouldn't have the chance to attend a party with Mr. Carl.

It was indeed because of her that Carl had drunk so much. Jessica knew that.

They had known each other for a long time, and they understood each other well enough. No one else

could see or understand the tacit between them, other than themselves.

"You and that bastard had a good time, didn't you? What's so good about that old man?" Carl pulled his

tie, revealing his solid chest, and said, "Is he as handsome as me? Is he as strong as me?"

He moved quickly, and before Jessica could stop him, his shirt had been torn apart and the buttons

were spilled on the ground.

Jessica was stunned. Carl used to be very obedient when he got drunk. She had never seen him so ...

unrestrained before.

"Answer me! Who is more handsome? Me, or that old man?" Carl shouted relentlessly.

Jessica pulled a wry face and said, "You."

"That's right." Only then was Carl satisfied.

Jessica hesitated for a moment, reached out to cover his shirt, and then turned around to get his coat

for him.

But Carl refused to put on his coat, so Jessica could only sooth him, "Put on your clothes and go home,

alright?"

Carl listened to her and spread his arms to let her dress him.

The buttons on his shirt had already gone, so Jessica could only button up his coat for him.