Chapter 87

Evelyn immediately lowered her head and apologized.

As she was about to turn away, that person grabbed her wrist. With a forceful pull, she found herself against a broad chest.

A man's deep, husky voice came from above her. "You're willingly staying with him even after being coerced into drinking? How much do you like him?"

Warren's arms held Evelyn tight against him. She couldn't move. His dark eyes burned with anger as he looked at her.

He had never let her drink so much when they were together. Yet, just now, she had downed three drinks in a row to help Seth land a deal. He wondered how much she loved him to go to such lengths for him.

Warren's intense gaze bore into Evelyn as though it could reduce her to ashes.

Evelyn looked up at him, expressionless.

"Didn't you say I can hold my liquor, Mr. Larkin? If I hadn't drunk, wouldn't it have been a slap to your face?"

Evelyn's fair face was tinged with a faint blush, her eyes turning red from the alcohol. Her soft lips move