His blond hair shone like sunshine in the winter, casting a warm and soothing glow that put people at ease. His handsome face seemed to have been chiseled by God himself, resembling an exquisite sculpture.
For some reason, Ivy became restless. She longed to get close to this mysterious man.
“Honey, get closer to him!” she shouted at me with unconcealed excitement.
I was confused, but I ignored Ivy’s urging because I noticed the red wine stain on the man’s clothes.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry.” I apologized to him immediately and staggered to the table, trying to find some tissue to wipe it for him.
“Don’t worry about it.” The man waved his hand dismissively. “The wedding is awful anyway.”
“What? What makes you say that?” The man’s words and frank attitude instantly aroused my curiosity.
Everyone was cheering for the happy couple, yet this man had the audacity to say that it was awful. Well, such harsh criticism was really surprising.
“Eduardo has bad taste,” the man explained matter-of-factly. He looked at Marley, who was smiling brightly amidst the crowd. He took a sip of wine and continued, “He picked the wrong woman. Marley won’t be a good Luna.”
The roving spotlight briefly shone on the man, illuminating his sexy Adam’s apple.
As he swallowed the red wine, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and I couldn’t help but stare at his collarbone peeking from the collar of his shirt.
My heart started to race, and I couldn’t think straight.
“How do you know that?” I stared at him, trying to gauge him. “Did you ask her hand in marriage but she said no?”
The man chuckled and glanced at me as though I was an idiot. “How’d you manage to draw that conclusion? If I hadn’t turned her down, she wouldn’t have settled for Eduardo. If I said yes to her now, she’d drop everything and run away with me.”
This man had turned Marley down?
Things were getting even more interesting.
Winning him over was kind of like defeating Marley.
Driven by the alcohol, I became bolder.
I looked him up and down and wrinkled my nose in feigned scrutiny. “Why? You’re not that charming.”
With his ego on the Line, he narrowed his eyes at me and whispered, “Is that so?”
The next second, he pressed me against the wall with a glass of wine in one hand. “Hmm…” Time seemed to freeze at that moment. His kiss was aggressive yet tender, which made me go limp in his arms.
He held my waist tightly and practically held me up. With him so close to me, his intoxicating scent overwhelmed me. Now I understood why Ivy was so restless.
