fantishu
Chapter 724
The faint scent of alcohol lingered in the air.
The private room fell silent for a moment-not only there but even the room next door grew quiet. The lack of soundproofing made Selena's loud voice impossible to ignore.
Aaron and Lance both glanced at Lucas, their expressions unreadable. Lucas' striking face remained calm, betraying no emotion, though his fingers tightened subtly around his glass. After a long pause, a soft, clear voice came through from the other side, "No, I won't."
Lucas raised his glass and downed the drink in one go.
Selena let out a chuckle. "That's the spirit! Why jump into a pit of fire over and over again? Unless you want to be burned to ashes with nothing left."
Aveline's smile was faint, her tone calm. "You're drunk. Let's go."
Selena cupped her face with a playful grin, "Alright, but I'm sleeping over with you tonight."
Aveline stood up and helped her to her feet, and they left the private room together.
At the same time, the door next door slid open, and a man of distinguished presence stepped out.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
Selena glanced over suspiciously and immediately spotted Aaron. She grinned and called out, "Hey... come over here and hold me!" Aveline was speechless.
Aaron walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "Can't you behave for once?"
Selena, holding onto his collar, looked up at him defiantly, "Why should I behave?"
She was clearly drunk, and Aaron knew whatever he said wouldn't get through to her, so he dropped the subject.
He turned to Aveline. "I'll take her home."
Aveline nodded. "Alright, be careful."
It seemed they really were dating.
The group left the restaurant. Lance called for a driver and, with a glance at Lucas, left without asking any questions.
Aveline headed toward her car, the sound of steady footsteps following her at a measured pace. She could feel the heated gaze lingering on her.
She opened her car door, ready to get in, when a hand suddenly pressed against it, preventing her from entering.
Aveline looked up at Lucas, her expression calm.
"What is it?" she asked.
Lucas' tall figure stood before her, the cool night breeze gently brushing past. His black coat, sharp and imposing, shielded her from most of the chill. "I've had some drinks and can't drive. Could you give me a ride?" he asked in a low voice, his dark eyes intently fixed on her.
Aveline replied, "It's not convenient."
He gazed at her without blinking. "You don't have to keep your distance from me like this. I'm just asking for a ride."
"You could call a driver," she suggested.
"My phone's dead," Lucas replied.
Aveline sighed.
Of course. He had got all the excuses lined up.
It seemed like she couldn't refuse.
Fine.
It was just a ride; she wasn't that petty.
"Let go," she said.
Seeing her soften, Lucas released his grip and moved to the passenger side, getting in.
The interior of the car felt confined, the faint scent of alcohol filling the air. Aveline started the engine and drove towards Maple Garden. The drive was quiet, both of them remaining composed.
After a while, his deep, magnetic voice broke the silence, slightly hoarse hard to read. "If someone
makes a mistake, do they not
deserve a chance to make amends?"
Aveline's fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "What happened between us isn't something that can be undone with a single apology or admission of guilt."