Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

They were lost in a whirl of drunken revelry, twirling to the beat of the music. However, Cillian was worlds apart from their happiness.

The crowd was wild with celebration, but Cillian was a lone figure at the bar, nursing drink after drink.

Truth be told, he was pretty hammered, but he could not bring himself to leave. The throng of people swelled, pressing in close to Cillian.

A crafty character edged closer to Cillian, eyeing his wallet like a prize to be snatched.

However, a tipsy woman barged in, shoving the would-be thief aside. She sashayed up to Cillian, slung an arm around his shoulders, and slurred with a wink, "Hey, handsome, flying solo? You're pretty handsome. How about we go for a dance?"

She even gave Cillian's cheek a flirty stroke.

Cillian, despite having drank large amounts of booze, was not out of his wits just yet.

Feeling the touch, he instinctively scrunched his brows together and removed her hand from his shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. Try your luck elsewhere."

fast, handsome. If you don't wanna dance,

smile, unfazed by Cillian's brush-off.

pickpocket saw his chance slip away and melted

have no interest in you,

no less firmly. This time, she backed off without another

an easy grace, a smirk playing on her lips. "Forget about it, then. I'm not

it had not been for her heads-up, he might have been pickpocketed. Without cash, he would be stuck washing dishes to pay

it matter? No one gave a damn

tip," he

his thank-you was a casual one. He drowned himself in

"Sweetheart, that thank-you's pretty

Not many can

the woman

music. It was only then that Cillian