His warm breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, enveloped her, and the atmosphere took on a romantic hue.


    Feeling ufortable, Ste continued to struggle to release herself, but the more she resisted, the tighter his grip became.


    Matthew’srge hand enveloped Ste’s smaller one, causing her heart to race uncontrobly.


    Cautiously ncing around, fearful of being seen, Ste whispered to Matthew, “Mr.


    rk, look closely.


    I’m Ste, not your wife.


    ”


    Matthew opened his eyes, insisting, “I’m not drunk.


    You are my wife.


    ”


    His words only made Ste believe that he was intoxicated.


    Growing increasingly concerned, Ste raised her voice.


    “Mr.


    rk, you’ve got it wrong! I’m not your wife!”


    Matthew’s eyes, red and unblinking, locked onto hers.


    Whether it was due to alcohol or some other factor, he appeared unusually aggressive.


    He leaned in closer, his voice hoarse.


    “You are… my wife.


    ”


    Ste instinctively put her hand on his chest to maintain distance.


    “Snap out of it.


    I am not your wife! If you continue this…”


    Her warning went unheeded.


    A drunkard was not easily reasoned with.This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org.


    ‘s BunnyBookery


    Books Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…


    Tears filled Ste’s eyes as she felt a surge of helplessness.


    Just when she was at her wit’s end, the pressure on her wrist loosened.


    Seizing the opportunity, Ste pulled away, and Matthew slumped onto the sofa, eyes shut, as if the recent struggle had been a mere figment of her imagination.


    Skeptically eyeing the man before her, Ste didn’t breathe easy until she was certain he had fallen asleep.


    She hastily retreated from the sofa and stood at a distance.


    With reddened eyes, she mumbled, “If you miss your wife, go home.


    Don’t involve me.


    ”


    Soon, Fernando returned.


    Ste quickly lowered her head to wipe away her tears.


    “Would you like a lift home, Ste?” Fernando inquired as he helped Matthew to his feet.


    I can drive you home first.


    ”


    Swiftly turning her head, Ste declined, “No, thank you.


    A friend is picking me up.


    You should get Mr.


    rk home before he causes any more trouble.


    ”


    After uttering these words, Ste turned and left, leaving Fernando bewildered.