The next second, Eliza was pulled into a familiar embrace.
Beau's embrace was extremely warm. She lay in his arms and smiled drunkenly. "It's better in the dream."
She must be dreaming.
If it wasn't a dream, why would Beau appear in front of her? Why would he hug her?
He should be busy with his work now.
He should be thinking about Chasity.
How could it be possible... How could it be possible for him to come to her, an unimportant woman?
Beau, who was holding her, sighed softly.
He raised his head and looked at the people in the room. "Everyone, my wife is drunk."
"I'll take her away first."
After that, he held Eliza in his arms. When he was about to stand up, he was blocked by an arm.
It was Julian.
He leaned against the door with a cold smile on his lips. "Mr. Valentine, do you want to take her away just like this?"
"If not?"
