Her Wicked Ceo (Abigail and Liam)

Chapter 320

"Well, remember to call the nurse when you want to go to the bathroom!" said Liam. He rolled his eyes

at her and walked out.

Sitting on the bed, Abigail was speechless.

[At the downtown of A City, At Night]

In this bustling city, the neon lights looked especially beautiful.

It could be said that this bar had gathered all the rich people in A City. Of course, some of them came

here to "earn extra money."

Everything, from the dazzling lights, crystal clear bar counter, exquisite goblets to all kinds of wine,

coupled with the bartender's gorgeous tricks, all displayed a kind of luxury.

Everything was so lively here.

Beside the bar, a woman was sitting alone with a glass of amber wine in her hand. She was trying to

fuddle herself.

This woman was none other than Olive.

After coming out of the hospital, she came straight here to drink.

Every time she thought of what Liam had said to her, she couldn't help but feel very sad, so she tried to

fuddle herself with wine. At this moment, only alcohol could make her numb.

Her decadence and sadness attracted many men in the bar.

For what it was worth, she was a good-looking woman. Besides, a sad woman was much easy to deal

with!

A man who looked like a womanizer walked over to her with a flirtatious look. He leaned his arms

against the bar counter and looked at her seductively. It seemed that this woman was his today!

"Gorgeous, would you like to drink with me?" The man asked in a magnetic and pleasant tone.

Olive turned around and glanced at him with cold eyes. She then gave the man a sneer and continued

to drink.

Despite being ignored, the man was not angry. He snapped his fingers and ordered a glass of wine

from the bartender. Then he looked at Olive and said, "It's so boring to drink alone. How about I drink

with you?" He raised his glass and was about to chink Olive's. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Looking at his glass, Olive sneered and said, "You?"

"It's better for a woman to find someone to drink with when she is sad. Don't you think so?" He said

with a wicked smile.

Sad?

When hearing these two words, Olive's expression changed instantly. She shouted at the man, "I'm not

sad. What do you know about me?"

Seeing her reaction, the man was even more certain of his guess.

"OK. You are not sad. How about having a drink with me?" The man said in a persuasive manner.

Olive was already a little drunk with a flushed cheek. She glanced at the man with her misty eyes, then

she ignored him and continued to drink.

The man did not give up. He sat beside her and drank along.

"Drinking alone is so depressing! But drinking together drives away loneliness." He said to himself, but

the words were coming at Olive on the other side.

Finally, Olive turned around and looked at him. "What? You want to hit on me?"

"Yes, can I?" The man replied. Although he seemed a little flirtatious, it was undeniable that he was a

very handsome man. His handsomeness was not evil or exquisite but was a little rough and dissolute.

Olive checked the man up and down and sneered, "You're not good enough for me!"