Chapter 87 Don’t Mess With Me
Ashley looked uneasy, and she didn’t know where to look. She lowered her gaze and stared at her toes.
Truth be told, the innocent look of uneasiness that she displayed was very different from what she had done.
Rowan noticed her awkwardness, I wasn’t sure if he intentionally wanted to upset me or if if he felt bad for her. But with everyone watching, he put his arm around her, giving her support.
“Rowan!” James said, obviously upset.
“James, I think you’ve become more handsome! I said, interrupting James.
I clung to James” am and praised him loudly. Natalie, who stood nearest to the elevator doors, repeatedly pressed the close button. Under Rowan’s mordecous gaze, the door closed and separated us.
I was good at upsetting people, too.
When the doors closed, 1 let go of James. I felt a little embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I had to borrow your arm for a bit.”
Leslie said, “Why are you sorry? He must be happy on the inside.”
Jean was beaming, and his sisters exchanged meaningful looks.
“You‘ right. I was more than happy,” James said in a jolding yet serious tone. “You can leave these things to me in the future,”
“You’re very funny, James,” I said, James simply smiled in response.
After the elevator doors opened, we left the hotel and went to the nearest karaoke establishment.
1 sang, and I sang loudly, 1 let out all my frustrations through singing. Even though I was an Instrument major, 1 had a good voice. I wasn’t a great singer, but i could carry a tune.
so she ordered a
Olivia cold us that she once had a team–building event at this establishment. She had a membership and two cartons of beer under her name, so carton for us to share.
“Here, Ivy. You should sing this with James Jean suddenly said to me after handing the microphone to James
I looked at the screen, which said, “Marry Me.”
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I’d had some drinks, and I didn’t think too much. But halfway through singing, I noticed that Jean was on a call on my phone. I couldn’t hear what she said, she hung up quickly.
Unlike how casual I was, James sang without any technique, but his voice was filled with emotions. He gazed at me with bright eyes, but I had to pretend like! didn’t see him.
When the song finally ended, Jean handed me my place and whispered into my ear, “Rowen called. I answered it and said you’re singing a duet with James and that you were too occupied for the call.”
I was battled. Jean was signing me up for trouble
As expected, Rowan called a few minutes later, I wasn’t sure what to talk to him about, so I hung up on him. To enjoy some peace, tumed off my phone and continued handling fun.
At midnight, I finally went home drunk
Lee was responsible and nice enough to help me into the living room before leaving. I stumbled upstairs. I opened the bedroom door only to be met with cigarette smoke, which made me cough
the room, Rowan was standing out there on the
The door to the balcony was open, and cold air blew into the room with the smell of cigarettes. With his back facing the balcony.
“Why are you smoking in my room? I grumbled as I opened the windows.
Rowan turned around to look at me. His gaze was dark and meaningful
I wasn’t sure what he was up to. I thought he had no right to question me about how I’d had a meal and karaoke session with James. Rowan had been with Ashley, too!
Since Rowan wanted to smoke, I left him alone. I took my pajamas and went for a shower.
I disliked how I reeked of alcohol. Since I was still very conscious, I had to wash up before I went to bed. I wanted it to be quick, so I didn’t take a bath. Instead, i took a quick shower.
After wiping myself dry, I put on my pajamas and got ready for bed.
Bull out on the balcony, and he was on the plane. When he heard my footsteps, he hung up.
Tignored him and went straight to bed.
“Why didn’t james drop you home? Rowan asked. He stood by my bed, and I couldn’t tell how he was feeling from the tone of his voice.
“Why didn’t you sleep over at Ashley’s?” I asked In response, keeping my eyes closed.
After a few moments of silence, he said, “I’ve never slept over at her place.”
Hearing that, I opened my eyes and saw that Rowan was looking down at me.
His beautiful eyes had always gazed at me coldly. My friends had reached the conclusion that Rowan could gaze at anything lovingly, except me
Chapter 67 Dont Mess With Me
I was genuinely surprised.
“Why? Hasn’t she accepted you? From what I know, she’s broken up with Benjamin, and she asks you for all kinds of help. She also willingly met your friends and went out for meals with you.
“But you still haven’t had with her?
Rowan’s expression changed.
“But I get it; she’s not like other women,” I said. “Youn
need to respect her. I get that.”
Rowan’s face fell. He said, “As if. You’re just self–righteous.”
I wasn’t bring self–righteous. Rowan was the one who still hadn’t understood what he wanted.
But that was between him and Ashley. I observed their story from a third–party perspective, but I didn’t want to give him any spoilers.
Itumed around and said lazily, “Rowan, listen up. Even if you don’t divorce me now, one day you’ll wish I disappeared from your world.
“By then, I might not want a divorce anymore. I might ask for a lot of money, and you’ll be mad.”
In the next moment, I sensed a warm breath on the tip of my nose. When I opened my eyes, Rowan was seated by the bed and bent over to get close to me.
We were less than an inch apart, and our breaths were intertwined.
His gaze was neither angry nor cold. Instead, he was smiling at me doringly. “Is that so?”
Before I could answer, he kissed me.
I was weak from the alcohol; I tried to push him away, but he pinned me down, and I couldn’t move.
Rowan had never been a gentle person. Whenever he sensed that I wanted to fight back, he would pin me down harder.
I felt a little disoriented from the kiss. When Rowan let me go, I got back to my senses and immediately slapped him.
But I was too weak, and the slap was soft, too.
“That was kind of weak,” Rowan joked.
“If you’re homy, go to Ashley. Don’t mess with me!”
Thad no idea what Rowan was thinking. I refused to fall back into the traps of attraction so soon after removing myself from the emotional turmoil.
It could be addicting if it was done with an expert. Rowan was an expert, but I refused to become his prey.