Her Precious Baby

“Are you afraid, Ms. Sorelle?” came Evander’s teasing voice.

Upon turning her head and seeing his icy gaze, Angeline fumed. In the end, she gritted out, “Who’s afraid? I’ll drink it!”

Isn’t it just a drink? Who’s afraid now?

At that, she stood up and grabbed a glass from the table before turning toward Evander.

“Mr. Golding, a glass for you. Thank you for your care all this while. It’ll be great if I get to work with you again.”

Only Evander could understand the sarcasm in Angeline’s words.

Evander raised his glass as well. Yet, at that moment, Angeline leaned forward to wrap her arm around his neck and held the glass behind him.

“Wow!” the crowd cheered.

When Evander smelled the pungent scent of alcohol wafting off her, he frowned and said, “Drink lesser.”

His words made tears well up in his eyes, and a self-deprecating curl appeared on her lips.

“Mr. Golding, you’re so sweet with your fiancée, but you still have the heart to care about others?”

Evander’s furrowed brows relaxed when he heard Angeline’s response. Even his lips curled.

He finally figured out why Angeline had a scowl the entire night. When he thought about the flask in the trash can, a knot that had been in Evander’s mind came undone.

Meanwhile, Angeline downed the wine and sat back on her seat before angrily wiping the remnant wine off the corner of her lips.

Seriously?

Why did I have to say those things earlier? What does Evander’s matter have anything to do with me?

After that, Angeline seemed to have gotten a streak of bad luck. She kept losing in the game, but she learned her lesson. She would rather drink than take another dare.

A few glasses of wine later, Angeline began to find the world spinning around her. She even stumbled when she rose to her feet.

“You’ve had one glass too many,” came the familiar voice by her ear.

Angeline fell into his warm arms. Her eyes were bloodshot

don’t need

drunk, for her words of

chance to struggle anymore, he aggressively wrapped his

I’ll send Angeline back to the hotel first,” Evander said, his tone

actors were all dumbfounded by Evander’s

“I’m not going to—”

that nearly went past Angeline’s lips were forced back down her throat. Evander then took her bag from the chair and dragged the drunkard out

There are already rumors about us being in a

she could come back to her senses, she

“Ow, that hurts…”

you still feel

of her fidgeting hands. “Weren’t you enjoying yourself when

tone tightened Angeline’s throat. After a long while, she finally found her voice

what? I have my freedom even since I’m single. Also, this

further. “Do you not

boiled in Angeline when she heard that. Did you just say I have no self-control? What kind of

boosted her courage, and the aggrieved feelings

one who’s making it seem like those things never happened. What in the world is he

sadness Angeline had been feeling for hours rose to her throat, and she snapped, “Mr. Golding, I don’t think my matters require your concern. You were the one who stopped me from interacting with Floretta. I

bereft of words from her angry outburst, but the irritation in him

you

said that, he gripped Angeline’s chin and leaned closer

seat,

“Why are you crying?”

his heart hurting from the sight of the misery in her eyes.

I resent her, but I can’t bring myself to keep attacking her anymore.

laborious. All of a sudden, her lips were sealed by a

chest to push him away, the

Angeline’s face flushed bright red. The scent of alcohol in the car

know why the kiss somehow made her

Honk—

then, the sounds of car honking

to her senses and stopped Evander’s wandering hands. After shoving him away, she slapped him, her