Chapter 1097 - 1097

There were two things that surprised Dirk Carter.

The first was the table full of delicious and aromatic food.

Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup.

Even though they were just homemade meals, both the presentation and aroma reached the level of a master chef.

The next was Megan Goodman's attire.

She wasn't wearing a bathrobe or pajamas, but one of Dirk Carter's T-shirts.

The T-shirt, from Dirk who stood over six feet, naturally looked loose on her.

In this case,

her proud bust couldn't be accentuated.

However, the hem, which barely covered her bottom, perfectly outlined her fair, long legs.

Especially with the size,

as if one careless movement would expose everything below.

There was a mysterious allure of partial reveal.

Honestly, this outfit had more allure than being completely bare.

"Did you... did you make all this?"

Dirk Carter set down his bag and asked in surprise.

"Yeah."

Megan Goodman nodded and said, "You probably haven't eaten since you've been working late, so I made you some dinner."

"You have these culinary skills?"

Dirk Carter picked up a pair of chopsticks and tried a bite. Surprisingly, it tasted really good.

Megan, a bit shy, said, "I learned to cook a long time ago but just didn't have the chance to showcase it. I wanted to see if I'd lost my touch today."

"No, no, it's delicious, really delicious."

Dirk couldn't help but take two more bites, clicking his tongue in admiration.

At this moment,

Megan brought out a bottle of red wine from the kitchen, which had been decanted earlier.

She poured a glass for both Dirk and herself.

While pouring, she said, "Officer Dad called me. Anton Lewis will arrive around noon tomorrow, and I'll be going back to Argentum with him. Since we'll be apart, who knows when we'll meet again? Let's have a drink together, as a farewell to myself."

In ordinary times,

Dirk would certainly refuse the drink.

After all, Megan probably couldn't hold her liquor well.

But hearing that she was leaving,

come what may, this drink should be shared.

He let out a sigh,

raising his glass, he said, "Alright, then let's drink to your farewell. And I owe you an apology for not protecting you well during your trip to Silverwood City."

Megan chuckled, covering her mouth,

and said, "It's not your fault; it's all because of my willfulness. If I had listened to you earlier, many things wouldn't have happened. But I learned a lot on this trip to Silverwood City, so instead, I should thank you."

"No need for formality between us, come, cheers."

With that,

their glasses clinked together.

Megan didn't hesitate.

She downed it in one go.

Dirk wanted to stop her, to tell her to sip slowly, but her glass was already empty.

She promptly poured another glass,

and said, "This second glass is for you. For taking a stab for me, you're my life-saver. Since I can't offer myself, I'll drink another glass instead."

Just as she was about to raise her glass,

Dirk held her hand,

and said, "Megan, take it slow."

Megan shook off his hand and with a smile said, "It's okay, I can handle my drink."

With that, she downed another glass.

Watching her being so forthright, Dirk couldn't be outdone, so he downed his glass as well.

"Third glass, and the last one, wishing you smooth sailing in your future career, rising swiftly. No matter when, don't forget your original intention."

Having said that,

he drank another glass.

After three glasses of wine,

Megan burped.

Her face flushed red with a charming blush.

Megan's already stunning face became even more enchanting.

After three glasses of wine,

they began to chat lightheartedly.

The whole bottle of red wine was quickly finished by the two.

By this time, Dirk noticed Megan's eyes had become glassy, her speech was slightly slurred, and her body wobbled in her seat.

"Megan, you've had too much. Can I help you to your room to sleep?"

Dirk stood up and asked.

Megan waved her hands wildly,

and said, "I'm not drunk, I can drink more. Dirk, let's open another bottle and keep drinking..."

"Next time in Argentum, we'll drink together. Tonight you've had enough. Come on, I'll help you to your room."

Without further ado,

Dirk helped Megan stand up from the chair,

and with a bit of wobbling, he escorted her to the bedroom.

After tucking her in with a blanket,

Dirk was about to turn away when Megan, in her unrest, pulled the blanket off her.

The scene before his eyes,

left Dirk stunned once more.

This time, it wasn't shock, but a surge of excitement.

Because of her restless movements, Dirk's T-shirt had rolled up to her waist.

Which meant,

Megan's lower body was fully exposed to Dirk.

Not completely bare, though.

She wore a piece of underwear.

A tantalizing piece of underwear.

With no flashy decorations,

nor intricate designs.

Just a plain red lace underwear.

The most private area was of pure cotton material, yet there was a cleft in the middle.

Combined with Megan's bewitching figure,

at that moment, Dirk felt a rush of heat rise within him.

"So hot... I'm so hot..."

In her drunken sleep, Megan squirmed a bit,

and pulled off the T-shirt covering her.

The next scene made Dirk breathless.

Her upper body was the same.

A red bra, matching with the lower part surely as a set.

In the red bra, her bust looked like perfect, round spheres.

Dirk gulped.

He leaned down, intending to cover Megan with the blanket again.

As his body crossed over Megan's form,

Megan suddenly moved.

She grabbed Dirk's neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Dirk wasn't prepared.

His body stumbled slightly, losing control, falling on top of Megan's body.

Her agile tongue slipped into his mouth, stirring within.

The desire already building inside amplified as his alcohol-dulled brain gave in.

Under such teasing, no man could withstand.

With just a minor protest, they engaged in a fiery, intense kiss.

Entangled in an adhesive embrace, Dirk became ignited as well, his actions growing increasingly proactive.

Throughout this,

Megan's hands never paused.

She unbuckled Dirk's belt, sliding her hands into his "tent" to caress.

Using both hands all over,

under double assaults,

Dirk yielded.

At this moment,

Megan, with a forceful push, reversed their positions, pinning Dirk under her.

Her hands anxiously unbuttoned his shirt and buried her head in his chest.

Leaving traces of her scent on every inch of his skin.

From top to bottom,

as if intending to "explore" every possible corner.