my lovely wife

At the dazzling night club, young men and women who love to make noise are shaking their bodies with the rhythm of the music, while those who like quiet are sitting in groups of three or two, sipping wine and chatting.

In a quieter corner of the bar, two gorgeous women are playing a Jenga game.

It was agreed that whoever loses will accept the punishment of truth or dare.

"Go kiss that man! You lose, dont try to get out of it! Hehehe..."

Summer Nightingale, dressed in a sexy black dress, pointed to a man not far away who was talking to someone with an extraordinary temperament, with a mischievous smile.

His tall and straight figure, clear facial features, all show the mans extraordinary.

Mens facial lines are very sharp, and his tight jaw line makes him look very aloof, even in the smoky bar, there is naturally an area around the man that no one dares to approach.

The man was talking to his companion, and he slightly tilted his head towards this side, with a high nose and a handsome sword eyebrow, handsome and unparalleled appearance, which made the two women who were joking with him stunned for a moment.

"Summer Nightingale! ... Kiss then kiss!"

Grace Willows, dressed in a white dress and delicate makeup, was angry and gritted her teeth, but she could only admit defeat.

She got up, straightened her skirt, and quickly came to the mans side, put her right hand on his shoulder.

"Sir, may I... kiss you?"

Without waiting for the man to react, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

Ugh, damn Summer Nightingale, why do you want me to do this, its so embarrassing!

While Grace Willows was cursing her friends meanness in her heart, she didnt stop her actions on her lips.

In the bar, the dim and mottled lights blurred her originally delicate and bright facial features.

Under the dim light, Grace Willows didnt see at all what kind of great person the man she kissed was, and it caused a burst of exclamations.

The man who was kissed was Charles Spencer, the crown prince of KR International, and also a bachelor who is well-known and well-known in City A.

Countless girls want to throw themselves into his arms and offer themselves to him, but he mercilessly throws them out of the door.

Just as everyone was guessing whether Grace Willows would be thrown out as usual, they found that our male protagonist actually... didnt react?!

The onlookers were all shocked.

Today was originally the day when Grace Willowss good friend Summer Nightingale successfully found a job, and the two agreed to celebrate in the bar.

Who knew that Grace Willows happened to lose while playing the game and had to accept the dare.

So there was this dramatic scene.

After the kiss, Grace Willows was like a child who had stolen candy and was satisfied, and immediately turned on his toes and quickly left among the crowd.

Looking at the womans fleeing back, Charles Spencer didnt know why he reached out and touched his lips.

It seems that there is still a faint wine taste left on it: "Interesting."

"Hey, what are you in a daze for?"

Don Fox came over and patted his shoulder, and followed his line of sight, but only saw a white-skirted woman swaying in the dance floor.

He joked, "Changed taste?"

Charles Spencer glanced at him lightly and sat back to his position.

Don Fox touched his nose and followed, and soon his attention was attracted to a corner of the bar, which was the direction where Grace Willows was.

He squinted and smiled: "I didnt expect there to be such a pure girl in the bar, its easy to be targeted... tut, as expected... Do you say we should save the beauty?"

The music in the bar is earth-shattering, enough to cover up all the sordid things behind the excitement.

Grace Willows and Summer Nightingale are happy today and have drunk a lot, which can be said to be indiscriminate.

Because Summer Nightingale drank too much, she went to the bathroom to vomit, leaving the drunken Grace Willows alone at the bar waiting.

A strange man saw the opportunity and handed her a cup of cocktail with medicine, claiming to be: a hangover tea.

Little did he know that his actions were seen clearly by two pairs of eyes not far away.

Grace Willows didnt doubt it, took it and drank it in one mouthful.

Perhaps the aftertaste of the wine is very strong, Grace Willows felt uncomfortable and shook her head, knocking on her temple with her fingers: "Asha, are you done? We should go back..."

"Beauty, Ill take you to find your friend!"

A greasy hand was placed on Grace Willowss arm, and a lewd face was close, "You cant even walk steadily when youre drunk... let me help you, okay?"

Grace Willows instinctively pushed the man away and frowned: "Dont touch me!"

"Ah... youre drunk..."

The man saw that she was like this, not angry, but instead stepped closer.

His big hand was about to reach out to her chest, "Ill take you to rest... Ah!"

The lewd man screamed, his arm was caught by a hand that came out of thin air.

He turned his head to look, and the words he wanted to shout were swallowed instantly, because the person who came was Charles Spencer.

In the cold eyes of the man who came, he felt chilled to the heart.

Under the mottled and chaotic lights, Charles Spencer was like a high and cold god, out of place around, but people dare not underestimate him.

It seems that as long as you are glanced by the afterglow of his eyes, your blood will solidify and sink into the glacier of ten thousand years.

Ever since he was forcibly kissed by Grace Willows, Charles Spencer didnt know what was wrong with him.

He paid special attention to this person and couldnt bear to see others bully her.

If it were before, he would not take care of such a trivial matter himself, at most he would call someone to drive out such a dirty man.

Is this the so-called love at first kiss?

Recall the messy thoughts, Charles Spencer spoke coldly:

"Don Fox."

"Okay, I can handle this level of thing!"

Don Fox twisted the man and left.

"Thank you..."

Grace Willows was very dizzy, but she still had a basic judgment.

She knew that this good-looking man was helping herself, "I, I have to go, to find my friend."

She gave a smile that she thought was very appropriate.

But as soon as she was about to leave, her body fell forward uncontrollably, and she was frightened and her mind was clear for a moment: bad, its going to fall badly!

She made up her mind and closed her eyes.

But she didnt wait for the expected pain, but a fresh fragrance came into her nose.

At the critical moment, someone turned the tide and reached out to hold her slender waist.

"You..."

Grace Willows opened her eyes and looked at a pair of deep eyes like the sea, which swallowed all her language and thoughts in an instant.

Impulsively, she reached out and touched the mans clear facial features, murmuring, "Its you... You look really good... Just like my boyfriend..."

Charles Spencer frowned and did not stop the womans hand that was messing around on his face: "Its really drunk, drunk very much..."

Grace Willows was embarrassed, she took back her hand, held his arm and tried to stand firm.

But the feeling of dizziness hit again, and instead, she fell back into his arms.

Charles Spencer subconsciously held Grace Willowss slender waist.

Feeling the warm touch in his hand, Charles Spencers heart seemed to be touched by something, just like a stone thrown into the center of the lake, causing ripples to spread.

At this moment, a coquettish female voice sounded.

"Hey? Evan, isnt that Grace Willows?"