Out of nowhere, a young woman jumped into Valentine's arms, hugging him.
"Monsieur, shall I make your night wonderful?" She was clearly drunk.
Valentine, at that moment, felt a wave of disgust wash over him.
"Please, let go of me." He grabbed the woman's hand to push her off, but the young woman held tightly onto him. She curled her arms around his thin waist, stopping him from advancing any further.
This made Valentine furious, but he did not want to react, afraid that he may hurt her just like he did to the woman last time.
Adam, who was behind him, vehemently contracted his eyes. He stepped next to Valentine, grabbed the young woman's hand, and tossed her aside.
"Do not touch him, you filthy wh*re!" he warned. "Young master, are you okay?"
Valentine nodded at him. "Yes, I am fine. Let's head to the reception."
