Chapter 46
Heron glanced at it, picked it up, and moved away from the bar. “I need to take this call” he said coolly.
“Okay” Marve nodded quickly.
The call was from his company. A newly approved project from yesterday’s meeting had run into some issues. After reviewing the process again. the planning department needed his direct input before proceeding
IT into his study and gave calm instructions. “Send the revised plan to my email. I’ll check it now, i
ten minutes.”
Understood. Mr. Mcdaniel
The vidi a
doconference in the study was in full swang.
- w. Also, inform the team there’s a video
As the meriing continued. Byron glanced at the time, feeling like he was forgetting son
something, but he quickly brushed it off.
Meanwhile. Maeve waited at the bar for a bit, but when Byron didn’t come out, she decided to keep practicing
She carefully followed the steps he’d taught her, and the cocktail she made looked pretty decent.
She took sp–not bad at all.
Though she wasn’t as smooth as Byron. it was a solid attempt for a beginner
As she worked, a few interesting design ideas popped into her head, and she quickly sketched them out in her notebook.
There’s nothing like actually doing it, she thought, glancing at the three cocktails lined up on the counter. Her eyes naturally drifted toward the silver cocktail that Byron had made.
[his?
The two drinks she made tasted alright, but now she was curious, thinking. What’s the difference between mine and h
Just one sip won’t get me drunk, right? With that thought, Maeve picked up his glass and took a sip.
The difference was clear. Byron’s cocktail had layers of flavor–crisp, invigorating, with a subtle bitterness that lingered
Compared to that he
hers tasted plain and one–note.
With a soft clink, the empty glass rolled across the table and came to a stop.
Maeve’s face flushed red as she slumped over the counter, completely out.
Back in the study, the video meeting ended, and Byron wrapped up his remaining tasks.
When he checked the time, more than an hour had passed. Suddenly remembering something, he stood up and walked out.
empty. Byron
The living room was empty.
frowned, thinking Maeve n
must’ve gotten tired of waiting and left.
He was about to switch off the bar lights when he noticed her slumped over the counter, cheeks flushed pink.
Three glasses sat beside her, one of them empty.
A quick glance told him it was his silver cocktail.
Though it had a lower alcohol content, it was strong enough to knock out someone with a low tolerance in just a couple of sips.
He wondered, ‘But this woman actually finished the whole thing?
Hyron’s brows furrowed as he leaned down and gave Maeve a nudge, his voice low and firm. “Maeve, wake up”
Maeve’s eyelashes fluttered as the struggled against the dizzy haze. The moment he nudged her again, she couldn’t hold it in any longer and threw
“Ugh-
Right onto Byron.
His face darkened instantly, a vein twitching at his temple.
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He thought. You actually dare to puke on me
Byron seriously considered tossing her out the door.
Still half–conscious, Maeve squinted at the mess she’d made on him, her muddled brain catching a faint whiff of danger.
“S–Sorry… Is your injury okay?” she slurred.
Even in her drunk state, her first concern was his injury.
For a moment, Byron was caught off guard.
But just the tension eased, Maeve ruined it.
Stumbling forward, she wobbled over to him and clumsily reached out to start unbuttoning his shirt.
