Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 341

The sharp crack of a slap rang out in the room.

Noreen pushed herself off the man with a look of utter disgust, her movements anything but gentle.

In her struggle, her knee caught him right where it hurt most.

Seth doubled over with a muffled groan, curling in on himself, pain etched across his face.

Not that Noreen felt the slightest bit guilty.

After all, who told him to get handsy in the first place?

“Are you awake now? Take a good look at me—do you even know who I am?” she snapped, grabbing a tissue and wiping her lips furiously. “Can’t even tell your own girlfriend apart? Makes me wonder if you ever really loved Bianca.”

She was wearing the same dress as Bianca tonight.

Seth had probably had too much to drink and mistook her for Bianca, pulling her onto the sofa and kissing her like a man possessed.

He’d never lost control like this before, even when he’d been drunk.

It seemed only Bianca could make him act this way.

The more Noreen thought about it, the more offended she became. Still seething, she kicked Seth, who was struggling to sit up on the couch. “You. Out. Now!”

“If you don’t leave this second, I’m calling the police and reporting you for harassment!”

Apparently, the threat worked. Seth, worried she’d make a scene, didn’t argue. He took the two kicks without protest.

As he left, he mumbled an apology. Noreen doubted it was genuine—more likely, he just didn’t want her to blow things up and have Bianca get the wrong idea.

Women were hard to reassure, after all.

Not that she’d ever seen Seth try to comfort anyone.

Noreen straightened her dress, composed herself, and finally stepped out of the lounge.

She was in such a hurry, she didn’t notice Henry standing a short distance away.

Henry had come to look for Seth on Bianca’s behalf.

He’d waited all evening for a chance to catch Bianca alone. The moment finally arrived, and he hurried over to speak with her.

They chatted for a while before Bianca realized Seth had been gone far too long. She tried calling him, but he didn’t answer, and worry crept in.

Still, he’d have to find a way to warn Bianca, just in case Noreen tried to pull anything.

When Seth returned to the party, a bright red mark burned on his cheek.

Bianca rushed over, concern written all over her face. “What happened to you?”

Seth brushed it off, blaming it on too much to drink and bumping into a wall by accident.

Bianca’s worry only deepened. “Next time, don’t drink so much for my sake. I can handle a little myself.”

“I’m fine,” he muttered.

Noreen happened to walk by just then, catching their exchange, and couldn’t help letting out a derisive snort.

Seth’s gaze immediately flicked over to her, cold and unreadable—a far cry from the man she’d seen in the lounge just minutes before.

What was that look supposed to mean?

Was he warning her?

But by the time she looked again, Seth had already turned away, his expression back to indifferent, as if nothing had happened at all.