Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 842

Mercer cast a disapproving glance at Nancy sprawled on the sofa, drenched in sticky liquor.

Her flushed face and disheveled hair hinted at her inebriated state.

Now soaked in wine, her pristine white blouse clung to her skin, translucent from the wine, accentuating her curves.

The sight stirred a reaction within him, darkening his expression as he frowned.

Taking note of the many wine bottles cluttering the table, Mercer sneered and spoke with measured disdain.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself too much.

It’s hardly gentlemanly of you guys to drink a woman under the table.

If such news were to circulate, it might not bode well for your reputation.

”

The men appeared uncomfortable and uncertain, their expressions reflecting their confusion as they tried to understand Mercer’s intentions.

Mercer then proposed, “Since we’ve crossed paths, why don’t I join you for a drink? Perhaps you could show some mercy and release this woman?”

Nancy had been drifting in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of someone speaking.

Struggling to focus, she squinted and beheld a young, handsome man before her.

Through her haze, she thought he bore a striking resemblance to Mercer.

Attempting to clear her foggy mind, Nancy squinted, straining to observe him.

indeed be Mercer? What was he doing

she was unable to utter a word, leaving her slumped against the

glances, perplexed by

glanced at Nancy, speculating whether Mercer intended to play the hero or if there was

singer rather than a businessman, his parents significantly influenced political circles,

drink with them, the businessmen felt

just coerced Nancy to drink, felt the

stepped forward to extend an olive

“Mr.

Aston, you’re absolutely right.

we’ve crossed paths, let’s share a drink

”

twenty minutes later, Roger realized he had bitten off more than he

with regret for his

the lone sober figure amidst a sea of drunken

his empty wine glass with a smug grin at the corner of his

apart from Nancy and commanded a different

dared pressure him

every drink Mercer consumed, they had

touched Nancy’s cheek

“Come on, wake up.

you intend to spend the

unconscious state, let out a

clutched Mercer’s fingers as if grasping for a

sighed, his expression turning

private room, adhering to his principle

in his arms, Mercer climbed into

with a woman again