Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 824

Chapter 824

Nate hurriedly pushed Kelly away, flustered.

“Kelly, you’re drunk! I’m not Carter. I’m Nate.”

But Kelly clung to him, kissing him wildly.

“Carter, how could you be so heartless? Do you not want me anymore? I didn’t mean it. I just love you too much… Please, don’t ignore me…”

Sweat beaded on Nate’s forehead in his desperation.

“Kelly, I’m really not Carter. Look carefully!”

Yes, he liked Kelly-but some lines could not be crossed. He understood the rule: a friend’s lover is untouchable. 1

Even though Carter had explicitly asked him to look after her, Nate had never once dared step over that boundary. What if, one day, Carter regretted his choices? If that happened, not only would they stop being friends, but Nate would be left utterly disgraced.

His repeated refusals only deepened Kelly’s grief. She slumped to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

He tried comforting her, but no words seemed to reach her.

Watching the woman he loved weep so miserably left Nate wretched inside. At last, he grabbed a bottle of wine from the table.

“Kelly… I can’t do much for you. The least I can do is drink with you.”

He downed bottle after bottle, oblivious to the shadowed glint of malice flickering in Kelly’s eyes.

‘Carter, you’ve shown me no mercy. Don’t blame me for repaying in kind.’

The next morning, Nate stirred awake, rubbing his aching head. A blurred, unfamiliar room came into focus.

Where… was he?

Memory flooded back. Right, he’d been drinking with Kelly. Had he gotten drunk?

He turned… and froze.

Beside him, Kelly lay sleeping.

He had been drunk before, and Kelly had helped him home. But never-never-had they ended up in bed together.

Was it only because she’d been drunk too? Some accident of circumstance?

Clutching at that fragile hope, he slowly lifted the blanket. The sight shattered him.

His body was bare.

Even a fool couldn’t believe nothing had happened.

Panic coursed through him. He wanted to bolt, but before he could move, Kelly stirred.

Her eyes fluttered open. The instant she saw him, she let out a sharp cry.

“Nate! Why are you here? Last night… Carter…?”

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She sat up, the blanket slipping to reveal her equally bare skin. Faint marks traced across her body, damning in their intimacy.

The last shred of hope in Nate’s chest collapsed.

“I… I…” His eyes darted, refusing to meet hers. “I was drunk last night, Kelly. I’m sorry…”

Tears slid down Kelly’s cheeks.

“What am I going to do? If Carter finds out, he’ll never want me again…”

Frustrated, Nate raked a hand through his hair. The words spilled out before he could think.

“If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, then Carter doesn’t need to know, right?”

Her voice trembled, choked with sobs. “But I’m no longer worthy of him…”

Her tear-brimmed eyes struck him with guilt. His tone softened.

“Then… why don’t you be with me instead? Carter did ask me to take care of you, after all…”

Kelly dabbed at her tears. “But he hates me now. If we’re together, Carter might cut ties with you entirely.”

At that, Nate stiffened, anxiety flashing across his face. “Then… what should we do?”

He had always liked her, but his hesitation came from one reason alone: Carter. Carter had cleaned up his messes time and again. Nate couldn’t risk losing such a powerful backer-not even for Kelly.

Kelly’s long lashes lowered, concealing the calculating gleam that flickered in her eyes.