Chapter 112 The Gentlest And Most Sensible Man

• His eyes lingered on her face and another smile graced his lips. And as he stepped inside the house, to the living room and up the stairs, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
• This felt surreal. It was still like a dream. Maybe he was dreaming about all this. He had broke his promise and drunk those wines. And everything was all his hallucinations.
• But hell, this wasn’t a dream. Everything had been real. The party. The alarm. And her. It was all real.