“I’m sorry for not staying longer, Ms. Be and Ms. Amelia.’
Steven sighed guiltily. “Then I’ll head back first. Ms. Be, if you encounter anything, you must call me
as soon as possible. I will rush over immediately!”
“Okay, okay. You’re such a nag. Go ahead.”
Be pushed him gently toward the car. Steven stared at her longingly before he left reluctantly.
Amelia watched their interaction helplessly. She pursed her soft lips as jealousy filled her heart.
However, she did not resent her sister because she thought that Be was the most perfect woman in
the world. It was only natural that Steven would like Be.
‘A weak, inferior, in Jane like me doesn’t deserve Steven. But why did Be’s ex-husband divorce
her? Is it because he has some terminal illness and doesn’t want Be to be widowed?’
Be booked a luxury private room. As soon as the two sisters arrived at the door, they heard earth-
shattering howlsing from the opposite room.
“Ugh… That’s horrifying!” Amelia tightened her grip on her sister’s arm and shrugged her shoulders.
“If that’s called singing, all donkeys can be singers!”
Be quickly pulled Amelia into the private room, far away from the lunatic across the hall. The two of
them ordered some beers, a fruit tter, and an assortment of snacks.
They were quick to set up their song queue.
From oldies to pop songs, the Thompson sisters sang to their hearts’ content.
Be sang, danced, and drank. She was in a good mood after winning the Baxim project, so she got a
little tipsy.
“Amelia… I need to pee. You should wait for me here. Don’t wander around!” Be’s vision was a little
blurred, and she began to slur in her speech.
“Be, are you drunk? I’ll go with you.”
Amelia saw that Be’s fair and supple cheeks were a little flushed, like a ripe peach. Be’s beautiful
eyes were a little dazed and watery. She hurriedly went over to help Be, but Be pushed her away.
“No! I’m older than you, so how could I get drunk? You should be the one getting drunk first. I’ll have to
send you back to the dorms too!” Be hupped right after.
Amelia did not know if she shouldugh or cry. What kind of logic was that?
Be came out of the bathroom and walked back alone, using the walls as a support.
At first, her limbs were not functioning properly, but now her head was starting to get a bit
dizzy.
The luxurious karaoke was decorated like the Pce of Versailles. It was magnificent, with
mirrors everywhere. The room numbers were not arranged in order either. Thus, Be quickly lost her
way.
She was drunk and dazed, so she had been wandering around the maze-like corridors until she felt
that she had arrived at her room.
When she opened the door, she bumped head-on into a tall, muscr man.
“Ow!”
Be let out a soft cry. Her head was already dizzy, and she was stumbling on her high heels, so her
weak and soft body started to fall backward.
The man’s eyes flickered as he quickly supported Be’s back.
The man could make out the contours of Be’s slender back with hisrge palm because Be was
only wearing a thin silk shirt. She was amazingly thin and fit perfectly in his palm.
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The man’s breathing became a little heavier. He pushed his gold-rimmed sses over his upturned
eyes and stared at Be’s beautiful face as if he were appraising treasure.
“Miss, you’re drunk.”
“Um… No!” Be stared drunkenly at the man’s elegant and restrained face.
Suddenly, she curled her red lips and raised her hand to take off his gold-rimmed sses.
The man’s eyes suddenly became sharp and solemn.
Thest person who identally knocked off his sses had be fish food in the ocean.
“Hehe… Critter! You’re Critter!”
The man gasped, and his expression changed dramatically!
His deep eyes quickly scanned Be’s rosy face before he asked tentatively in a deep voice, ”
Be Thompson…?”