When the Flame of Love Fades (Sierra) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 House Party with a Twist

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The Sanders had handled the situation too cleanly, she was still investigating. However, every action left a footprint, and when the truth came to light before the public, the Xanders had to figure out how to wrap up their act.

Contemplating that scenario made her somewhat joyful. “Mr. Yeager, do you have a moment? Let me buy you a drink.”

Sierra was rarely as happy as she was today: her grandmother’s illness had hope, she heard about Denise’s mishap. What could make today any better

Seeing her good spirits, Jonathan naturally wouldn’t dampen the mood. They didn’t head to a bar but bought some liquor and went back to his place.

Sierra had wanted to invite Dickson, but Jonathan stopped her, “Give him some more time.”

Jonathan’s point made sense; Sierra didn’t insist, and they both headed back to his place.

Jonathan. I’m really happy,” Sierra clinked her beer with Jonathan’s, beaming.

I’ve never been as happy as I am today. It would’ve been perfect if Shane hadn’t shown up.”

“Me too,” Jonathan said, his gaze meaningful.

He had always known Sierra was a gem, but he hadn’t realized she was a once–in–a–lifetime find. Fortunate to be the one to discover her, he couldn’t help but be thrilled.

Sierra seemed to handle her drink well, Jonathan thought, until just one beer later her demeanor started to slip.

Her words slurred slightly, and her gaze at Jonathan was becoming blurred–her next words proved Jonathan’s guess right.

“Jonathan, you’re really… handsome.

A sober Sierra would never say such a thing, and her next move surprised Jonathan even more.

Under the influence, Sierra’s usual prudence vanished, and she slowly leaned toward Jonathan.

Their breaths mingled, Jonathan’s eyes darkened. He could have pushed Sierra away, but he didn’t.

Watching the lips that were merely inches away from his, his gaze deepened. “Sierra…”

He whispered her name, then watched as Sierra looked up. He noticed her hazy eyes fixed on his lips, and felt his normally steady heartbeat quicken.

He sat there, lewing Sierra come closer, and just as her lips were about to touch his, Sierra’s face turned away.

Her light lips didn’t land as he expected but brushed past his cheek. Watching Sierra collapse next to him and fall asleep, a flicker of amusement and disappointment crossed Jonathan’s face.

He touched his cheek, where the soft brush had left a trace.

He looked down at Sierra, already passed out on the couch, his expression unreadable.

Her lip color was pale, deepened slightly by the alcohol, making them look exceptionally moist, tempting one to taste them.

Realizing his thoughts, Jonathan’s eyes flared with heat.

Instead, he harshly pressed on those pale lips until he saw them redden and swell slightly, then he let go.

Touching his fingertips, they retained the soft, delicate feel he imagined. Jonathan watched Sierra for a while, then leaned