Ryan Gregory reached out, pinching her chin, and lowered his voice, "You dare talk about fairness on my turf?"
His ink-black eyes seemed like deep pools with an inexplicable attraction, capable of ensnaring someone completely...
And though his voice carried a heavy arrogance and wanton pride, it somehow sounded indulgent to her ears.
Was she drunk?
Otherwise, why would she feel this way?
Sofia Hamilton's cheeks were flushed, and even her breath felt warm; she actually reached out to cradle Ryan Gregory's face, drawing closer to look...
Her hands rested on his cheeks, her drunken eyes unblinkingly studying him.
Her vision was a bit blurry, sometimes she saw Ryan Gregory's face, and other times, it was Aaron Brown's.
She frowned, trying to see clearly, "You... who are you?"
"..."
Ryan Gregory was speechless. Was she so drunk that she didn't even recognize him?
He frowned, preparing to pull her hand away, but she suddenly broke into a grin, "I know!! I know who you are!!"
