Chapter 17

"I don't seem to understand what's... going on with me. I only took a cup." She said, seriously trying not to fall off the seat. "Does it contain alcohol?"

"No, it's a pure wine, ma'am" the Sommelier responded.

"You don't seem okay, sweetheart. Do you want me to drive you to your house?" Cullan asked.

"Yes, please." Was the last words she said before she crashed into his shoulder.

Cullan smirked devilishly. He looked at the Sommelier and winked at him then carried Octavia on his shoulder, ready to take her to his car.

"Drop her!" A man suddenly spoke from behind. The man was also seated on the long stool before the long table before the Sommelier.

Cullan turned with Octavia hung across his shoulder, "you want to mind your business or shall I have my men teach you some lessons?"

When the man raised his head up, Cullan swiftly dropped Octavia to the chair, "boss."

"I take back my words, I'm so sorry. I would never have expected to meet you here." Cullan further pleaded.

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