Chapter 504: Chapter 504

Simon wasn’t going to humiliate himself all for a woman.

As he watched Sean and Tatiana’s figures fade into the distance, he recalled how furious Sean had looked when he snatched her away.

Suddenly realizing something, a cunning grin rose on Simon’s face. “If you can be Winston’s godson, why can’t I be his son-in-law?”

Sean brought Tatiana back to her room, slamming the door behind them.

She moaned weakly before collapsing on the couch. The earlier commotion had swiftly shattered her sobriety.

Upon witnessing her profound discomfort, Sean’s initial upset rapidly faded away.

“You know you can’t drink that much. Why did you do it anyway?”

He sighed and shook his head, quickly filling up a glass of water for her. “Here, drink this.”

“No, I don’t want.” Tatiana turned away from him. “Go away. I want to be alone.”

“At least sleep on the bed. You’ll catch a cold here.”

“I said go away! Why don’t you go bother Alyssa instead?” Tatiana shouted, curled up into a ball.

Sean’s heart throbbed with pain.

He then pulled Tatiana up into his arms and carried her into her bedroom.

“Argh! Let me go, Sean!” Tatiana cried, her heart beginning to pound. Her velvet slippers fell away as she struggled in his arms, revealing her bare feet.

The moment Sean noticed them, he immediately felt like he was doing something forbidden. His heartbeat grew erratic, and his throat dry.

He quickly set Tatiana down on her bed and tucked her in, “Rest well, Ms. Tatiana. Good night.”

Tatiana drunkenly watched him move away. She swiftly grabbed his hand before he could leave.

With a sudden surge of strength, she managed to pull him down onto her. Just like that, Sean fell flat onto her, their lips touching.

“Mm…” Tatiana moaned weakly, toes curling in response.

Sean’s eyes widened at the touch, with an increased blood flow surging through his body in an instant.

He thought that Tatiana tasted so sweet-just like cotton candy.

Tatiana wrapped her arms around his neck as her awareness faded, gently kissing and sucking on his lips.

Their kiss deepened.

The crescent moon outside seemed to watch on approvingly as the minutes went on.

The evening ended in an unceremonious tone due to Simon’s presence. The Lynch family had driven over via three separate vehicles.

Before they left, Spencer said crossly, “Sit with me, Simon. We need to talk. Sean, go with your mother.”

Simon pursed his lips but did not refute.

Sean, meanwhile, sat in the backseat of their car with his mother while Steven sat in the front passenger seat.

Sinead noticed the flush on Sean’s face and his uneven breathing. Worried, she asked, “Are you alright, dear? Do you have a fever?”

“Hm? What did you say, Mom?” Sean asked, distracted. He still hadn’t recovered from that kiss earlier.

“Your face is so red, dude.” Steven looked at his brother from the rearview mirror. “You know, my face was exactly that color when I had my first kiss.”

“Shut up.” Sean scowled, blushing further. “Don’t worry about me, Mom. I’m alright.”