"Verena?"
A frown slightly appears across Zander's face. He looks concerned. What occurred? "Are you drunk already?" He tilts his head along with the dimples on cheeks. Oh lord, why does he look so fine? Everything about him is appealing to my eyes. "Let's return, darling"
When no responses come up, the man gets up from the seat to drag me out of the restaurant. "Huh? I have yet to finish the champagne" My eyes soften to make his heart throb. He frowns. "Doll, you are really drunk this time" A whisper permeates into my ears.
No.
He must be drunk; accusing others without any proofs. Can't he see how well I can talk? "Observe me closely. I can even walk properly" I raise my arms into the air to show off. And yet, my heels feel heavy enough to haul me. Thankfully, he holds me by waist.
