Chapter 566
Chapter 566:
In the shimmering disco lights, his eyes remained lucid and bright, showing no signs of intoxication.
Ellie moved nearer, repeating her caution directly into his ear. “I said, drink less p>
Their whispered interaction elicited amused chuckles from the onlookers, setting the stage for a third round of celebratory toasts.
“Mr. Howell, I think he’s had enough,” Ellie intervened, reaching out to stop Jerome’s attempt to hand over another glass.
“Don’t fret, Ellie. Kaiden’s quite adept when it comes to his drinks. I’ve never seen him drunk p>
However, Kaiden’s formidable tolerance was being tested like never before, as he was essentially drinking for two.
“I’ll take it myself, then!” Ellie said, determined to take some burden off him. She reached for a glass, but Kaiden’s hand swiftly intervened, pressing gently against hers. The heat from his palm was noticeably higher than usual, signaling his exertion.
“Ellie, are you sure you want to drink?” Kaiden asked.
Ellie’s previous drunken escapades, though charmingly troublesome, flashed before her eyes. Considering Kaiden had already consumed a considerable amount, his ability to manage another inebriated soul was questionable.
She immediately recalled her foolish behavior the last time she had unintentionally become intoxicated. With a moment of hesitation, she withdrew her hand, her resolve wavering.
“Are you sure you can handle more p>
“Questioning my limits, are we p>
Kaiden’s voice carried a playful edge as he positioned himself closer, his breath tickling her ear.
“Should Mrs. Thorpe need reminding, I’ll be sure to jog your memory once we’re home,” he teased, a hint of mischief in his tone.
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Ellie immediately recognized her misstep. Challenging a man’s drinking prowess was hardly wise.
“Levy’s finally back! Did that phone call really take an eternity?” Jerome spotted Levy making his way back, his shirt marred by a wine stain. “What happened to your shirt p>
“Ellie!” Levy greeted her first, explaining, “Ran into a bit of an accident. A lady spilled wine on me p>
“Levy!” came a disapproving call from his girlfriend.
So much for “accident.” More like deliberately flirtatious!
Levy offered a gracious smile but chose not to delve into details about the incident.
Moments later, a waiter approached with a delivery.
“Mr. Sanders, a lady sent this as an apology for the inconvenience caused earlier p>
Levy’s girlfriend, a socialite whose reputation preceded her, eyed the garment with disdain. “This piece of mediocrity presumes to make amends? Dispose of it!” Her command was cut short as Levy, prioritizing practicality over pride, accepted the shirt and headed to the restroom to change.