Chapter 2- Uncle, go home with me…

Half an hour later.

Eliza ignored all the stunned looks from the people around her as she walked straight over to a bar counter and sat down. "Give me a glass of dreamy night please..."

'Dreamy night' was the name of the cocktail. It is the signature cocktail of Neon Night's Bar. Every day many people come here to chill and get drunk. It was a common sight for the bartender.

Hearing what Eliza said, the bartender quickly and skillfully made her a glass. Within a minute or two the glass of a transparent and very tempting drink was handed to her.

Eliza accepted it and without hesitation took a large gulp until the glass was empty. The spiciness of the mint came after cooling and it gave a burning sensation all the way down the throat.

Eliza's cheek flushed, making her look even sexier. The men around looked at her with a ravaged look as if they couldn't wait to strip her clothes and lick her. Some people yearned for action, and some came forward to start a conversation.

"One more glass, please." A man in a suit and leather shoes sat next to Eliza and gestured to order another glass. "I'll treat you."

Eliza just wanted to get drunk and indulge herself. She took the glass without looking at the person and swallowed all the contents again.

She coughed.

This time she swallowed it too quickly. She choked and coughed confidingly. "Be careful."

The man took advantage of that and patted Eliza on the back. Her smooth and tender skin made him feel restless and happy. His eyes grew warmer.

"Get lost!" Eliza finally couldn't resist the disgusting feeling of being touched and pushed the man's hand away. After paying for the drinks, she stood and unsteadily walked out.

"You're drunk. I'm sending you home." The man stood up quickly and reached out to hold Eliza's wrist. She dodged it, then her body wobbled and hit another man's arms. The expression of the man supporting Eliza changed when he saw the person she had just bumped. He then immediately fled into the crowd.

Eliza was so drunk she looked so stupid. The pleasant smell of perfume made Eliza hug the man's waist without thinking and rub it like a cat.

"It smells good." She muttered to herself, then raised her head and flashed a goofy smile, "It smells so good!... It's you!"

Fredrik Young looked at the person who bumped into him and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It was her. Was she drunk?

Her face was blushing red and her eyes were misty. Her soft and plump body was like a sweet and juicy peach, which made people want to taste it. What a scourge.

"Uncle, go home with me tonight. I'll give you a lot of money, as long as you sleep with me. Just this once." Did she think of him as a… gigolo?

But being called "uncle"...

Fredrik pinched her chin, held her little head and with his sexy thin lips curled: "Uncle? Am I that old?"

Muah. "It's soft, not bad." Eliza was so drunk, she just knew that she liked the taste of this man. She saw his mouth approach and kissed him without thinking. It didn't turn out to be bad, at least she didn't feel disgusted.

As for Fredrik... He was completely flabbergasted. The person in his arms was obviously like a little bunny, but she turned into a little wild cat after getting drunk. Surely Henry had never seen her in this state before, had he?

"Do you want to come with me or not? I… I have money!"

Without receiving an answer for a long time, Eliza grew impatient. Her fingers jabbed in Fredrik's chest with displeasure, and her mouth was compressed: "If you're not willing to come with me, I'll find someone else."

Eliza let go of his hand and turned to find someone else.

Fredrik reached out his arm to hug her waist and hold her in his arms. "Who else do you want to find, huh?"

"Anyway. I won't find you!" Eliza didn't know she was in deep trouble, and she still tried to struggle.

"It was very late now." Fredrik scoffed and pinched her chin. Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

“Hmm …” Unlike Eliza's childish kiss a moment ago, Fredrik's kiss was hot, arrogant and dominant.