The scent of alcohol lingered around him, his voice slightly unsteady, lacking the usual intimidating presence he had when wearing a suit, making her want to tease him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, "No more games, I'm afraid you won't even be able to stand upright."
Her voice was clear and pleasing to the ear.
Her hug was strong, with a solid stance, as if she could catch him if he fell.
Keane Lowell seized the moment to embrace her and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I can still drink."
"Well, I don't want you to drink anymore," Claire Prescott coaxed him, "Let's go home."
Claire asked him to wait in place while she went back to tell the others.
Unexpectedly, on the way back, a handsome man stopped her and asked for her contact information.
She looked towards the person leaning against the wall not far away and said to him, "Do you see that person?"
The handsome man followed her gaze and turned to look, "Why?"
"That's my husband."
"..."
