After the divorce, he begged

Rebecca was a lightweight. Two glasses of 3-8% fruit wine would make her tipsy, and three or four would knock her out. Tonight, she’d already had four strong shots. If she kept going, trouble was inevitable.

“I’ve checked it,” Jeffrey said as he handed her a full glass of water. His long fingers glinted against the crystal glass, strangely magnetic. “Go ahead and drink.”

Rebecca didn’t hesitate; she took the glass and downed it in one go.

Watching her, Jeffrey’s eyes darkened. She’d drunk whatever was handed to her without hesitation. He wasn’t sure

whether to be moved by her trust or worried by her carelessness.

“All done,” Rebecca announced, slamming the glass down. She was so drunk now she couldn’t tell booze from water.

Jeffrey went along with her, replying softly, “Mm.”

“Can I go now?” Rebecca asked, totally unaware that it was just the two of them left in the private room.

Jeffrey casually grabbed her bag and then slipped his arm around her drunken body. “I’ll take you.”

Rebecca turned him down without a second thought. “No.” That was her truest feeling; she wanted to avoid any unnecessary drama with him.

“If you go out like this, trust me, something’s bound to happen,” Jeffrey said, lifting her as she leaned into his chest. “If you get hit by a car, whose fault is it–the driver’s or yours?”

Rebecca’s mind spun as Jeffrey lifted her. Her thoughts went blank, her head grew heavy, and her eyelids drooped. Alcohol numbed her limbs, and though she tried to reach out, her hand fell weakly each time.

Seeing her like this, Jeffrey felt a rare wave of regret. He really shouldn’t have let her drink that fourth shot.

Jason watched everything unfold from the corner. After confirming that Rebecca really was Jeffrey’s soon–to–be ex–wife, he wisely kept his distance and didn’t say a word.

Once they were outside the hotel, Jeffrey carried Rebecca toward his car.

Before they could meet up with Gregory, who was still in the car, a figure suddenly rushed out from the shadows and headed straight for them. “Rebecca!”

Jeffrey stopped in his tracks.

lan was already standing in front of Jeffrey. “Hand her over. I’ll take her home,” he said, locking eyes with Jeffrey, making it clear he wasn’t backing down.

an emotionless look and walked straight

out, trying to stop

teacher said Samuel’s dad had

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and rushed over to find her. But as soon as he arrived, he saw Jeffrey carrying a totally wasted Rebecca out of the place. Anyone could tell she was drunk. lan was sure that

time to block lan’s way. “Our boss will make sure Ms. Jensen

way through, determined to snatch Rebecca

and the bodyguards weren’t pushovers. After several attempts, lan still couldn’t get

impress Rebecca,” lan called out loudly. “Mr. Hanson, your scumbag skills are next–level. I’ve never

tracks and gave lan a cool sidelong

right back at Jeffrey, standing his ground, making it clear

don’t know what story you told her so she wouldn’t suspect your feelings, but I

amazing. Who wouldn’t like

each word,

love‘ sells us short,” lan said, stepping close. He glanced at Rebecca, eyes closed in Jeffrey’s arms. “What connects

lan would just admit he liked Rebecca, just to get under Jeffrey’s

don’t even have the

got guts,” lan sneered, his voice full of irony. “Even while you’re with her, you’ve still got time to

women.”

eyes grew darker, but he didn’t bother correcting lan’s accusation,

stand you,” lan said, his tone turning serious. “Tomorrow morning, when she finds out

little more hate isn’t going to make a difference,” Jeffrey said coolly, carrying Rebecca to the

the bodyguards alert, lan climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up, making it

Jeffrey in

settling Rebecca into a more comfortable position. His tone was casual, almost bored. “If he wants

‘No wonder Jessica always rips into him. With a mouth like that, even

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to shut him up,‘ he

rearview mirror, watching for any sign that Jeffrey might make a move on Rebecca.

finally pulled up to