Chapter 661

I squinted my eyes and pulled Dustin right in front of me, glaring up into his face. "Ernest, you finally showed up... You son of a gun, what took you so long?" Dustin's face was a picture of discomfort as he gently pressed my hand. "Felicia, you're drunk. I'm not Ernest."

"No, you are Ernest," I insisted, reaching up to trace his brow. "You're my Ernest. You've changed your heart; you don't love me anymore, you don't want me anymore..." Men hate being a stand-in, especially Dustin, who was so fond of me. My words felt like a knife to his heart.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my shoulder as Dustin gripped me tightly, giving me a shake. "Look at me, who am I?"

I stared at him, and after a few seconds, my lips quivered, and then I burst into tears...

"Ernest, you bully me, you jerk..." I sobbed and cursed.

For a woman, tears are the most powerful weapon in front of the man she loves. My crying made Dustin loosen his grip.

I tried to push him away, to hit him, but he just scooped me up and carried me outside.

As Dustin was taking me out of the private room, Allen sauntered over, chuckling, "A bottle of Scotch, enough to knock any guy off his feet."

this, I silently bit my lip. That scoundrel had dared to play me,

carried me away with long strides, leaving Allen to call after us, "Mr. Wagner, don't forget to thank your wingman for the lovely

about or visited before.

set me down on the couch

played dead, tilting my head

leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on

sense his lips nearly brushing

in nerves, but I didn't move an

knew he wasn't really trying to take

Dustin had intended to force himself on me or take advantage of the situation, he

he was suspicious I was feigning drunk, trying to deceive

thought, he stayed close

my act of being

up and leaving vel

unresponsive.

sneak a peek around his apartment, noting the design style wasn't

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