Fled With CEO’s Twin Babies

Chapter 1098 No man could resist a motorcycle

Joe couldn’t help but laugh and grabbed the cup: “Why?" “If you want my return gift, you can’t drink."

Charlotte said confidently, her cheeks flushed with a light pink, and her red lips stained with a little bit of wine, looking particularly enticing.

Joe nodded helplessly: “Then | won’t drink." Charlotte was secretly pleased and unhesitatingly finished Joe’s drink as well. The result was... she successfully got drunk.

Enter title... Even though she staggered as she walked, she stubbornly refused Joe’s assistance and pulled him to the restaurant’s parking lot.

Alarge gift box was placed in the middle.

Joe raised an eyebrow, not understanding why the agreed cufflinks had turned into such a large gift.

Just as he was puzzled, Charlotte staggered forward and stuffed one end of the ribbon on the gift into Joe’s hand. “Pull it."

Charlotte turned around, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Joe looked at her tenderly, and with a slight force, the cardboard around the box immediately fell down, and the light revealed the black and gold Augusta inside.

No man could resist the motorcycle in front of him.

The ultimate streamlined design and understated luxury color scheme were enough to make every man’s blood boil, and Joe was no exception.

From childhood to adulthood, many people had given him cars and houses, but Charlotte was the first to give him a motorcycle. “How did you think of giving me this?" Joe turned to look at Charlotte.

By this time, Charlotte was already a bit muddled, muttering softly, “My dad said | couldn't give men cufflinks, so | had to give other gifts instead."

Half of Joe’s hot blood was extinguished by Charlotte’s words, and he looked at her helplessly.

Just as he was about to speak, Charlotte happily said to him, “As soon as | saw this motorcycle, | felt that it was a perfect match for you.

Although everyone may think you are a stable man, | feel that this bike is more in line with your inner self..."

Before Charlotte could finish her sentence, Joe suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Charlotte was stunned.

“Thank you for the gift, | really like it,"

Joe whispered softly in her ear.

Charlotte felt a little dizzy in her head and pulled Joe towards the direction of the motorcycle.

She raised her foot and wanted to climb onto the bike: “Since you like it so much, take me for a ride." But Joe didn’t give her a chance, he picked her up: “Not today, maybe next time."

How could he possibly take a drunk Charlotte for a ride? Charlotte pouted and accused him, “Why are you so stingy? | gave you a bike, and you won't even let me ride it once?"

Joe knew he couldn't be angry with a drunk person, but her words still annoyed him, so he pinched her nose unkindly: “You're drunk and you still want to ride a motorcycle, are you trying to get yourself killed?"

In the end, Joe insisted, and Charlotte couldn't sit on the motorcycle she had been longing for, so she reluctantly got into Joe’s car.