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

need

but perhaps she was a little too drunk, for

giving her a chance to struggle anymore, he aggressively wrapped

to the hotel first,”

by Evander’s actions,

“I’m not going to—”

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

us being in a relationship,

half-stumbled and was half-towed out of the hotel. Before she could come back

“Ow, that hurts…”

you still feel pain,

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

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

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

“Do you not know how to have some

I have no self-control? What kind of person

alcohol running in her veins boosted her courage,

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

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 have

outburst, but the irritation in him only turned

this the way you should be speaking

he gripped Angeline’s chin and leaned closer to her

pressed hard against the seat,

“Why are you crying?”

the sight of the misery

tears at all? I resent her, but I can’t bring myself

of a sudden, her lips were sealed by a pair

placed her hands on the man’s chest to push him away, the man

scent of alcohol in the car was strong. Even her mind felt as

the

Honk—

sounds of car

snapped back to her senses and stopped Evander’s wandering hands. After shoving him away, she slapped him, her embarrassment having turned