Chapter 38: Harry, I want you

Emma gently blinked her dreamy eyes as she looked at the man in front of her. Her attitude was clearly not against him. She shook her head a few times to clear her head and then gently pushed his hand away, "I have drunk enough. It's time to go home.”

Her stride was firm, more like she was fleeing rather than the movements of a drunk person.

However, she hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps before Harry grabbed the collar of her dress, pulling her back and lifting her off her feet towards his table.

He held her shoulders and sat down on the chair, he himself sat down next to her, “Why are you at a bar at this hour instead of home?”

“Well, you are such a handsome guy. Do we know each other?”

She chuckled, leaning towards him for a closer look, but her unsteady body ended up collapsing into his embrace. Her delicate fingers lightly traced his furrowed eyebrows; her flirtatious demeanor at this moment was genuinely captivating to others.

Harry’s face darkened, and he held her wrist,