Chapter 425

After the wedding, back at the hotel, Shelmaine removed her makeup and got ready for bed. Slightly tipsy, Samuel hugged her and grinned like a fool. "Honey, give me a kiss." He had drunk a lot, and he reeked of alcohol. She didn't exactly dislike it, but she wouldn't say she liked it either. She rubbed his head and said, "Time for bed." "I want to hold my honey when we sleep." Shelmaine didn't respond. Samuel clung to her tightly and wrapped around her like an octopus. She didn't sweat as the room's air conditioning was low. Yet, his clinginess made it tough for her to get proper rest. "Can you let go, Samuel?" He complied and adjusted his position so that he wasn't pressing down on her anymore. He draped his arm across her chest and leaned in to kiss her. The taste of alcohol was overwhelming—he'd clearly drunk a lot. After their intimate moment, Shelmaine locked herself in the bathroom and refused to let Samuel enter. He knocked on the door, pleading, "Honey, open the door…"