A Replacement Bride

Chapter 63

When Katherine came out of the Cornell Residence with Joaquin, the Levisays' chauffeur was already waiting outside.

Exiting the compound, Joaquin did not bother to act anymore as he stood up and got into the car.

Katherine smirked at that sight, feeling a bit speechless.

The chauffeur then folded the wheelchair and kept it in the boot before looking at her. "Are you coming with us, Miss Cornell?"

Hearing this, Joaquin looked up at her with a deep, dark gaze that resembled an eddy.

Just as Katherine was about to reject him, she heard the man say, "Get in."

His forceful tone did not allow room for her to say 'no'.

She knew that if she was to go back in now, Rosemary would go head-to-head with her. Not wanting to argue with her, Katherine thought about it and entered the car before shutting the door.

The chauffeur then started the car and left the residence.

"You knew how to concoct medicine?" The powder Katherine gave Rosemary was seen by him; even sniffing it from so far away made him a bit excited. He knew full well that this kind of drug was not for sale.

On top of that, he was aware that Katherine knew pharmaceuticals, so she was the only suspect that could have formulated it.

Yawning, Katherine leaned on the seat lazily and looked at him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Levisay? I don't get you. I'm a bit tired now, so I want to sleep. I'm heading back to Soulin International. What about you?"

"Soulin International." Joaquin looked at her, but he did not expose her for feigning innocence.

"Let's go, then." She nodded.

As such, the chauffeur dropped them off at their destination with Joaquin opening the door and getting off by himself. Meanwhile, a lightheaded Katherine was yawning along her steps and she felt that something was off.

Stumbling in her footsteps, she walked in a 'Z' pattern.

When Joaquin saw her walking like a directionless machine and nearly hitting the lamppost, he smiled and reached out to help her up.

Katherine peered at him for a while before whistling out of nowhere. "You're quite a hottie, aren't you?"

The man remained silent.

"Katherine?" He felt that there was something strange with her.

On the way here, she did look somewhat tired and lethargic, but why does she look drunk now?

In actuality, Katherine was indeed drunk.

She had a 'bug' when it came to consuming alcohol; her body would not react much when she first consumed it, but the effect would only manifest itself after a few hours.

Back at the banquet, the sweet juice she was drinking was actually a cocktail with high alcohol concentration.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Can you take it off? Are you that ugly?" Katherine was hanging onto his body while reaching out, trying to remove the mask.

Taken aback by her sudden movement, Joaquin could not dodge it in time and the mask was soon taken off by her.

She held his face and examined it before commenting, "You're quite handsome. Not ugly. But… Why do you look a bit familiar?"

Joaquin did not know what to say.

"Y-Y-You… Have I met you before?" Katherine asked again without waiting for Joaquin to answer. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

With a solemn expression, Joaquin was just thinking how she would react if she recognized the person in the hotel that day to be him. Yet the next second, Katherine suddenly sang, "Oh, what a night. Late December…"

Poker-faced, the man held her up and walked into the elevator.

Due to the alcohol, Katherine was in predatory mode, which was evident from the amount of times she touched Joaquin.

Still, the man stood as upright as a pencil and he was barely affected by it. Next thing he knew, she clung onto him like a sloth. "Hey, handsome, I'm very tired. I don't want to walk anymore. Can you carry me?"

The corner of his lips instantly twitched upon the sudden flattery.

The drunk Katherine was much too different than how she normally acted and he was confused as to which one was the real her.

Hanging onto him, Katherine feared that she might fall down, so she wrapped her legs around his waist while hugging him by the neck tightly. The scent from her grew stronger and more familiar to him, especially her speech pattern and action, which gave him a sense of nostalgia.

As the elevator reached the eighteenth floor, Joaquin supported her body by holding onto her hip and carried her out of the elevator.

"Hey. Wake up. What is the password?" He stood at the entrance of her house and looked at the numberpad before patting Katherine.

Opening her eyes in a stupor, she looked at the handsome man and gave him a peck, unable to hold back. "You're so impatient, handsome. The password, huh? Let me think… Ah! It's 162020."

With a darkened expression, Joaquin could feel the saliva on his face, but he did not find it disgusting either as his body did not reject it. This never happened before.

All these years, there was no other woman, except Beatrice, that approached him without a strong sense of rejection from his body.

Katherine was the second one to do so.

Hastily opening the door, he carried her in with a somewhat ragged breath. After entering the house, he found her room and threw her onto the bed, planning to leave immediately.

Yet, the moment he turned around, Katherine suddenly hugged him from behind. "Hey handsome, don't go yet. Stay here and accompany me. I can give you money. How much do you want? I have loads of money."

"Do you treat other men like this too?" Her action displeased Joaquin as he felt a burning sensation within him that he himself could not explain.

"What? No. I only treat you like this." Katherine smiled slyly and touched Joaquin's chin. Without any hesitation, she kissed him again.

Blanking out, Joaquin felt a familiar yet strange sensation engulfing him. On top of that, he could still taste the cocktail from her lips.

She was very clumsy, yet it was full of tease and sultriness, making him nearly lose control.

By the time he snapped back to his senses, Katherine was already taking his belt off.

"Katherine!" Joaquin was angry as he pushed the woman aside.

With a distant gaze, Katherine looked at him puzzlingly with a pout. She looked very inviting then, yet she was not aware of this.

Breathing raggedly, Joaquin adjusted his shirt and dared not continue staying there.

If he did, he feared that he might lose control.

This is crazy!

Ever since he and Beatrice did it by accident five years ago, he had never bore such a strong desire for another woman until now.

With a solemn face, he ran out from Katherine's home and stood outside upon shutting the door. It was then his lips pursed and his expression gradually darkened.

The bodily signals were usually the most honest when it came to fight or flight situations. At that moment, he wanted Katherine and this something he was sure of.

Besides, when she was kissing him earlier, he saw remnants of Beatrice on her from five years ago.