Wine was a mesmerizing thing.


    But only Ss knew whether his kiss stemmed from being drunk or liquid courage invoking his deepest


    desires to light.


    "Based on the look on your face, I take it you''ve remembered?" Ss smiled teasingly. "You were the


    one who wouldn''t let go of mest time, so now that I''m initiating things, we''re even."


    Even?


    Ss had forcefully kissed her and taken advantage of her. Yet, this was what he had to say for it?


    Rose grew angry in an instant. Alyssa''s brother or not, she was going to give Ss a tight p in the


    face, even if it meant cutting ties with Alyssa.


    But Rose wasn''t as skilled as Alyssa was. Plus, her body had long turned weak with therge amount


    of wine she''d drank. Her hand waved in the air but was swiftly caught by Ss.


    Rose''s heart raced in the next instant.


    Ss gently ced her palm against his cheek, eyes turning into fond slits. "Don''t get angry. Be careful


    with your body."


    A droplet of water fell down his temple, adding a sensual ir to Ss'' handsome face. "Keep on


    exhausting yourself if you still want me to do CPR on you."


    "You!" Rose flushed red with both embarrassment and anger.


    She couldn''t deny the fact that Ss was really hot. While bearing a resemnce to Jonah, a deeper


    acquaintance revealed their stark differences as distinct individuals.


    Jonah''s demeanor carried an inscrutable weight, whereas Ss'' eyes consistently radiated brightness,


    youthfulness, and directness.


    Roseposed herself mentally and quickly took control of the situation by cing her hands on Ss''


    shoulders. With a seductive smile, she asked, "Seems like you care a lot about me, Mr. Ss. Could it


    be that you like me?"


    Like her...


    Ss'' eyes brightened upon hearing those words. He gazed seriously at Rose. "Is that a serious


    question, Rose?"


    "Do you have the guts to answer it?" Rose guessed that Ss didn''t.


    The Taylor family was an elite one, and all its children were people who made their father incredibly


    proud. All of the Taylor family sons had important positions and tasks. Only some princesses or


    members of royalty could be on par with them.


    Rose was neither. She was only an international fashion designer. She might have a superb reputation,


    but her background would always involve her mother, a killer.


    Rose couldn''t possibly be a good match with Ss. No matter how close her rtionship with Alyssa


    was, Rose would never dare to dream of it.


    "I like you."


    Ss'' sudden confession cut off Rose''s thoughts.


    "What did you say?"


    "I like you. Would I care so much about whether or not I had your attention if I didn''t? Would I hold you


    in my arms or kiss you?"


    Ss'' gaze was passionate as his heart pounded in his chest.


    He had to admit to himself that the alcohol had given him liquid courage and not merely sparked


    feelings for Rose from nowhere.


    "Ms. Emerson, I''m in a professional line of work and am not frivolous. All these signs point to only one


    possibility, which is that I do have feelings for you. You don''t need to question it anymore. I freely admit


    to it."


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    Rose was stunned into silence.


    A tried and true prosecutor was able to confess his feelings in such a refreshing, reasonable manner.


    "Plus, I kissed you."


    Ss looked down and closed the distance between their lips. "I don''t care if it was your first kiss or not.


    But I feel responsible for you for having kissed you."