Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom

Chapter 235

Liam tilted his head back, the haze of alcohol clouding his senses. His cheeks were flushed with a warm, inviting hue, and the faint marks left by his glasses lingered at the corners of his eyes.

His tie hung loosely around his neck like a dying snake, and the open collar of his shirt revealed glimpses of his chest, rising and falling with his breath. This disheveled appearance added an unexpected allure to his usually vibrant persona.

As he swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, tracing an enticing curve on his pale skin. Mandy's gaze was fixed on it, a surge of inexplicable excitement coursing through her.

His slender, fair neck seemed to hold a fatal attraction, making her fingers tremble slightly with the urge to reach out.

She mused silently to herself, imagining how that neck might feel under her fingers, her mind already picturing the scene vividly.

Just as her hand began to move, seemingly drawn by an invisible force towards Liam's neck, his voice, husky and muddled, broke the silence. "Who... are you?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

Had he forgotten her already after just a day? Or was he simply too drunk to remember?

A playful, almost teasing smile played on her lips, and her long fingers gracefully changed course, instead clasping his chin with a firm grip.

The slender curve of her back arched slightly, her white shirt clinging to her form and highlighting the elegant line of her spine.

eyebrow, her eyes danced with mischief, as if she were playfully toying with a

don't you remember me?" she

blurred and doubled, unable

her hand away and attempted to stand,

noisily against the floor

over.

slim waist and giving it a light squeeze, inwardly

soft grunt of pain, frowning deeply as he tried to shake the fog from his mind, but

off," he mumbled, his voice thick

widened with a hint of

an abrupt lightness as he lost his balance and crashed heavily to the floor with

bit more clarity, the fog in

there, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Liam struggle on the

turned to look at her, she noticed a glimmer of sobriety returning

beside him, her voice filled with worry. "Sir, are you alright?" Liam reached for his glasses,

was etched with concern, her

you?" he said, recognition