His expression softened upon seeing me. He pushed away the woman tugging at him merciless.
He strode towards me and asked in a low voice, "How did you end up over here?"
"I met someone familiar!" I replied, not going into detail about my encounter with Ian.
He raised his brows and held on to me, ready to leave.
But how could Rowane let him go like this? When she saw me, her eyes became icy cold. She was so drunk that there was little to no reasoning left in her. So she looked at me mockingly.
She looked at Hendrix and said, "Hendrix, look at us. Take a good look at us. Am I not as beautiful as her? Or do I not have a body figure as good as hers? I can give you whatever she can give you, even whatever she can't give you."
Just as she started getting worked up, she shamelessly ripped open the clothes in front of her chest, revealing a big portion of her pale skin. She grabbed Hendrix's hand and said, "Touch it! She lets you toy with her however you like, so can I! I can even do better than her."
This was a public setting, after all; her actions had undoubtedly garnered much attention.
Meanwhile, Hendrix's expression had completely turned dark. Without the slightest hint of hesitation, he flung his arms, causing Rowane to fall to the ground entirely.
Since she was wearing high heels, she couldn't stand firmly. She staggered a few steps and bumped into the edge of a table, causing an injury to her forehead.
Perhaps the pain had woken her up a little. She looked up at Hendrix, then later discovered that everyone around was looking at her. She subconsciously lowered her head and saw her exposed body.
Instinctively, she reached out to cover herself with her clothes.
But she was drunk after all. Despite having a moment of sobriety, it was but a brief moment. She lowered her head and started chuckling.
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