Chapter 137: Hugging the Wrong Person

The parking lot was eerily quiet. Jenny gazed at Oliver with a look of fascination, her hands wrapping around his neck. In a soft, seductive voice, she said, "Oliver, I feel so dizzy." Taking advantage of the alcohol, she leaned her head gently against his neck, rubbing it lightly, her movements laced with subtle hints. Oliver's expression remained calm, his eyes slightly lowered as he looked at the woman leaning against him. Jenny noticed that Oliver didn’t stop her, so her fingers slid down and sneaked inside his low-neck sweater, lightly tracing his collarbone. Her movements grew bolder. She looked up at him, her gaze filled with adoration, but also with a trace of girlish shyness. She had been dropping so many hints, surely Oliver would react. However, Oliver’s face remained completely neutral, and there was no sign of desire in his eyes. Instead, his expression grew slightly irritated as he nodded and gently removed her hand from his collarbone. “You’ve had too much to drin