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, but fortunately, I was

away with long strides, leaving Allen to call after us, "Mr. Wagner, don't forget to thank

about or visited

down on the couch and then just stared at

dead, tilting

and I could feel his breath

even sense his

froze in nerves, but I didn't move an

really trying to take advantage of

himself on me or take advantage of the situation, he wouldn't have

was suspicious I was feigning drunk,

thought, he stayed close without going any

my act of being

up and leaving vel

unresponsive.

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

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