The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover

Chapter 628

Harper had predicted that the world-famous womanizer, Preston would break up with Khloe one day or

another, but she hadn’t

expected it to be so soon.

She didn’t have much of a reaction. “It’s nothing to do with me

that you’re heartbroken.”

It wasn’t as if she was the cause of his heartbreak, so why would

he come to her? Geez!

Preston got up, st agger ing up to Harper in unsteady steps.

A strong scent of alcohol wafted into Harper’s nose as she pinched her nose in disgust. “Stay away

from me, it’s choking.”

Preston didn’t want to. He insisted on raising his arms up above

her head and wrapped her in his embrace.

Like a pup, he buried his head in Harper’s neck. “It’s all your fault

that I broke up with Khloe.”

Harper’s eyes rolled. “I think you don’t have any place to throw up after being drunk, so you’re here to

make me sick.”

As such, Harper lifted her pointed nails, aiming at his temples to

poke hard for his head to slide off her shoulders.

Harper took the opportunity to shove him away, sending the tipsy Preston tumbling on the floor after

her push.

A heavy thud was heard when the back of his head struck against the edge of the flower pot at the

entrance of the villa.

Immediately after was the sound of tiles smashing into fragments, their rumbles shattering. Harper

froze in place, horrified.

In contrast to her response, it seemed as if Preston couldn’t feel any pain at all. Blinking his clear,

untainted eyes, he remained to

stare at Harper. “Help me up, there’s dirt…”

Noticing that he seemed to be fine, Harper stood still unmoving.

“Get up by yourself, and get lost. Don’t try faking an injury.”

After several seconds, the pain slowly set in, spreading to his

brain nerves. Preston’s instinctive response was to reach out to

touch the back of his head…

When his fingers came into contact with the warm liquid, he

spread out his palm in Harper’s direction and let her look. “Could

you help me see if it’s bleeding?”

Seeing the blood on his hands, the startled Harper stepped forward to help him up while lamenting

about how annoying he

was.

It was the first time Preston suffered such a serious injury. Not

only did he not receive reassurance and comfort, but he also had to bear with Harper’s non-stop

nagging.

In irritation, he hugged Harper and pushed her against the wall before his head zoomed in to kiss her

lips, blocking the chattering mouth.

Harper just couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried to

struggle, judging from how drunk and strong he was.

Driven by anxiousness, she raised her foot and thrust it out, aiming at Preston’s lower body!

To her surprise, he managed to catch onto her lean calf before her foot could land on his private part…

With a forceful pull, her leg was on his waist, while Harper with one foot on the ground could barely

stand still and had no choice

but to lean on him.

After getting full control of the upper hand, Preston grabbed Harper’s hands and raised them over her

head, drowning her in

his passionate kisses while she could do nothing to fight back.

After kissing the woman in his arms until she gasped for air, no

longer resisting, he let her go and provocatively asked, “Do you

still have the guts to lecture me now?”

Harper, breathing in the fresh air, was only able to glare at Preston,

cursing after she returned to herself, “You jerk, shameless jerk!”

When Preston noticed that she remained to blabber on, he kissed

her once more. In short, he repeated the cycle until Harper finally

closed her mouth…

Only after the buzzing in his ears quieted down did Preston raise his hand to point at the back of his

head. “You pushed me, you should be responsible.”

Holding her anger in, Harper dragged him into the villa and ran his fingers through his hair to search for

the wound.

After finding that it was just a minor wound, she found a medical

kit and poured a cupful of antiseptic before running it over his

wound.

Preston’s face was left deathly pale from the stinging pain. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Harper had her cheeks puffed. Without saying a word, she didn’t

hold back from applying the bottle of iodine onto his wound.

The wound hadn’t hurt that much, but after all the mess Harper

caused, Preston’s forehead started dripping with cold sweat from

the pain.

Had he known it earlier, he wouldn’t have gotten Harper to deal

with the wound. The woman, Harper Duke, was heartless in the

first place…

Harper picked up the gauze, and as if to wrap tape with all her strength, rolled the gauze bandaging his

head in several rounds, gritting her teeth.

Preston, who had only felt pain in the back of his head, could feel his head throbbing. “Just how

ruthless you can be.”

Harper raised her hand to give his head wrapped in the shape of rice dumpling a pat before jutting her

chin to the door of the villa. “Please, I won’t see you off.”

Preston turned his head to retort but by coincidence, the swollen

lips from his kiss entered his sight.

After staring at it briefly, his expression resumed its solemnity.

“Harper, let’s make up.”