Chapter 17. She Looked Like a Doll

Chuck shook Scarlett and said, “Hey, this is my uncle Francis. You sleep in his house tonight!”

Scarlett was so drunk that she could not see the man clearly, but she tried to raise her head and nodded at the man, “Hi, Francis!”

Francis stared at her but didn’t say anything. Chuck hurriedly took her into the house and threw her on the sofa, fearing that his uncle would reverse his decision to let Scarlett stay at his place for the night.

“Uncle Francis, I’m so sorry to bother you. But I can’t take her home since…you know, well, Tiffany is around. She’d get mad. But I don’t think I can let her sleep at the hotel alone either. So…please take care of her for the night. I will come to pick her up first thing tomorrow morning!” Chuck thought he’d better leave before his uncle changed his mind.

Francis looked at the woman lying on his sofa. The thigh-high slits of her dress revealed her long, lean, lightly-tanned legs. The alcohol lent a rosy tinge to her cheeks, l