Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Chapter 28

Juliet lifted her head, her eyes glassy, her checks flushing from being drunk.

"W-Who are you?" Juliet stammered before letting out a loud burp. She frowned, clearly uncomfortable with the smell of alcohol in the air.

A look of disgust flashed through Elvis' cold and aloof face when the pungent smell hit him.

"I-It's you... mumbled Juliet, stopping mid-sentence as a thought struck her. She raised a finger to his chin and asked, "You're the escort I asked for, right?"

At the word "escort, Elvis's eyes turned colder, but Juliet didn't notice. She turned away, muttering. "The top male escort? Not so special."

Elvis stared at the delirious woman, wishing he could be anywhere but here. Unfortunately, he had orders from Carlos and. had to get things done. Women are really troublesome creatures! grumbled Elvis inwardly.

"Come sit by me. Haven't you been trained on how to serve a lady?" Juliet called out. Seeing him just standing there, she tried to grab his hand. Elvis pulled away, barely letting her graze his fingers. 'Serve?' Ivis's eyes were icy as he looked at her.

so cold? Aren't men's hands supposed to be warm? You... Could it be that you are not a man?" Juliet looked at her fingers under the dim orange glow,

as she carried on

she remembered why she'd come-to spend her first night with Septem Nightclub's top male escort. She

thoughts were all over the place as she slapped her forehead and wondered. Tve really drunk too

to cry the next. Elvis's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched her. He

like a block of wood, unwilling to take any initiative. The drunken Juliet didn't care about it at all. She stood on her tiptoes, ready to kiss him,

into Teams A and B, since it occupied two office spaces before, now, Team A and B

be transferred to this temporary team, feeling proud that Mikayla had noticed their skills. Others were worried, thinking that working in

from the PR department." Patricia Lockwood cheerfully introduced

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the technology department, mumbled William Sawyer, adjusting his