Chapter Two Hundred-Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED-TWENTY-SEVEN

*How about, do you know that your father is a fucking murderer?!*

"Here, drink up!"

He said excitedly as he handed her the glass of red wine.

She reluctantly grabbed the glass of wine and gingerly brought the tip of the glass to her nose, inhaling the sharp, endearing scent of the wine.

The aroma dulled her senses and she could feel her self-control slipping out of her body gradually.

She gulped and snuck a glance at Drake over the curve of the glass.

He noticed how uncomfortable she was and to his greatest surprise, something spurned in his heart towards her.

Pity? Remorse?

He bit his lip furiously in her attempt to stamp this strange feeling welling up inside of him.

This is pointless. He had come this far and he simply can not let his emotions get the best of him.

The plan continued regardless.

He cleared his throat and edged closer to the table, his brows raised curiously.

"Are you alright, Jane? You aren't drinking your wine." He said soothingl