lody Donovan looked at the woman called Sary. She was dressed provocatively and heavily made-up, but she was undeniably a bombshell. ’Does Dominic Thorne have such... intense tastes?’
"Dominic, let’s go dance." Sary, oblivious to the awkward tension, had simply co to ask Dominic Thorne to dance.
"Let’s go. You should go too, Sister-in-law. Don’t leave the boss standing there all by himself. That’s not good—a lot of people have their eyes on him!" With that, he wrapped his arm around Sary’s shoulders and headed toward the dance floor.
"lody..." Sumr Lancaster looked at lody Donovan worriedly, but she couldn’t find any words to comfort her.
"I’m fine. You should go dance with Kenneth Yates," lody Donovan said with a smile, trying to ease the awkwardness.
"I’ll co find you after I’m done dancing. Just stay seated right here."
"Okay!" lody Donovan sat down in a corner of the sofa, picked up the whiskey from the table, and started drinking straight from the bottle without bothering with a glass. ’I was so wrong about Dominic Thorne. I can’t believe he could just co over and say hi as if nothing happened, and then publicly introduce as... a good friend? Good friends, my ass! I like you! How can I just be your friend? But what does it matter? We’re all adults. One-night stands are pretty normal.’
lody Donovan tipped the bottle back harshly, seemingly ignoring the sharp, stinging sensation of the whiskey in her mouth. All she wanted now was to numb herself and forget him!
In this affair, whose heart was broken, and whose emotions were thrown into turmoil...
Sumr Lancaster weaved through the crowd. Kenneth Yates wasn’t on the dance floor, but at the bar, drinking alone.
"All alone, President Yates?" Sumr Lancaster joked as she sat down on the stool next to him.
"Yeah. I guess I overdid it just now. Now no one will even drink with ," Kenneth Yates said, setting down his glass.
"You really did overdo it. Now it’s not just you, even I’m a celebrity," Sumr Lancaster said, propping her chin on her hands on the bar and giving Kenneth Yates a pitiful look.
"So, are you happy about it?" Kenneth Yates’s expression suddenly turned serious as he leaned closer to Sumr Lancaster.
"Why so serious?" Sumr Lancaster dropped her hands and edged away from him slightly. "It’s... fine, I guess!" she said evasively, trying to act nonchalant.
Kenneth Yates suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and planted a quick kiss on her lips.
"Hey, what was that for?" Sumr Lancaster broke free from his hold, glancing around to see if anyone was watching.
"No one’s watching," Kenneth Yates said with a smile, his eyes fixed on her shy expression.
"This is a public place," Sumr Lancaster said, looking at him in disbelief. ’This guy is way too confident.’
"This is my company. I’m the president, and you’re the president’s wife. How is this still a ’public’ place?" Kenneth Yates raised an eyebrow, getting off his stool to stand beside Sumr Lancaster. Even in high heels, she only reached his chin and had to tilt her head up to look at him.
Sumr Lancaster pouted at his domineering attitude. "Fine, fine, you’re right!" ’You and your twisted logic.’
"So, are you happy or not?"
’Kenneth Yates, did you know? This is the kind of scene I’ve always dread of—receiving the blessings of the whole world. You made it co true for today. And even if not everyone is happy for us, at least now everyone knows that I, Sumr Lancaster, am your wife.’
"I’m incredibly happy!" Sumr Lancaster said, gazing at Kenneth Yates.
"Mrs. Yates, may I have the honor of this dance?" Kenneth Yates asked, making a gentlemanly, inviting gesture.
"If my partner is Mr. Yates, then I don’t mind at all!" Sumr Lancaster said with a smile, placing her hand in his. The two of them then walked toward the dance floor.
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