Chapter Twenty six

"Bring me down," she fires as they step out of the hall barely above a whisper.

He ignores her.

She hits his chest with her soft hands, trying to get him to keep her down, yet to no avail. If only she knew what that did to him, she'd stop before things get messy.

"You do not own. I am not your wife Ares Russor. I never will and never will be," she blurts, her voice weary just as her lids.

He still didn't get her a response, knowing very well it was the effect of the alcohol messing with her head, so it was of no use getting into an argument with her.

She cupped his face with her left palm, running her hands around his jawline, "How can you be this handsome? "

He chuckled, clearly amused. Normally, alcohol makes people say things they've been keeping off, so here she was admitting to his looks.

"Do you have to look good even in the filthy clothes you where?" She adds.

Henry suddenly approached them.

"You stay here with Allison. I'll drive us home, " he orders, knowing very well that
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