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.

waist, and Angeline fell into

need

a little too drunk, for her words of anger sounded more like

her arm again, and without giving her a chance to

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

all dumbfounded by

“I’m not going to—”

lips were forced back down her throat. Evander then took her bag from the chair and dragged the

about us being in a relationship, and won’t his actions tonight

out of the hotel. Before she could come

“Ow, that hurts…”

still

figure and grabbed one of her fidgeting hands. “Weren’t you enjoying yourself when you were drinking with those

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

my freedom even since I’m single. Also, this is after work hours. This shouldn’t be your

further. “Do you not know how to have

that. Did you just say I have no self-control? What kind of person do you think

in her veins boosted her courage, and the aggrieved feelings in

who sent flowers and apologized, but he’s also the one who’s making it seem like those things never

matters require your concern. You were the one who stopped

was bereft of words from her angry outburst, but the irritation in him only turned even

way you should

said that, he gripped Angeline’s chin and leaned

was pressed hard against the seat, and she dared not move at all. By then,

“Why are you crying?”

sight of the misery in

but I can’t bring myself to keep attacking her

sealed by a pair of cold lips. Her eyes widened, and she

to push him away, the man pried her mouth open, invaded her senses, and cut

alcohol in the car was strong. Even her mind felt

did not know why the kiss

Honk—

then, the sounds of car honking came

wandering hands. After shoving him away, she slapped him, her embarrassment having turned into