Avery got dressed quickly. When she arrived at the pub following the maid, the fighting scene she pictured didn't happen. On the contrary, it was oddly quiet. Avery could hear the airflow.

Besides James, Andrew, and Webster, there were some people. To her surprise, Jessica was present too.

She looked nervous, though. She looked at Andrew from time to time when she sat next to James. Perhaps she was afraid that Andrew would do something that pushes things out of control.

Avery came in, and there was some noise. She didn't know who whistled and broke the peace.

She slightly frowned and walked right to Andrew.

This was an arc-shaped sofa. Andrew and James sat at both ends. They were exchanging aggressive looks in the air. One looked murderous and icy, while the other was arrogant. But Avery could smell the troubling scent of war.

"Why are you here?" Avery whispered to Andrew, "you're hurt. You shouldn't drink."

Andrew didn't answer and suddenly mentioned James.

"James Moore, it's really you."

James gave him a satirical smile.

"I didn't know you're so stupid to come here."

"Ha---" Andrew was too angry, and he laughed out, "you know me, I could do anything."

Avery was afraid that Andrew would suddenly come to James. She reached out to grab his sleeve. But she accidentally touched his arms. His skins were on fire.

Although she sat next to him, she could sense he was ready to kill James without looking at his face.

But James was casual from the moment Avery saw him. After all, this was his turf. If he wanted to kill a man, it was easy.

"Really?" James laughed out arrogantly. He waved at the waiter, "if so, give Andrew his drinks."

The waiter opened a bottle of whiskey and put it down heavily in front of Andrew. He used force, and some drops got sprinkled.

Andrew was reaching for the bottle when Avery held his hands down.

"You can't drink."

Andrew didn't insist. He withdrew his hands.

"Pour the whiskey for me."

Avery was speechless.

Suddenly there was malicious laughter from other guests. Andrew had the spotlight on him, and everyone stared at him. They were waiting to watch the show.

After a few minutes, Avery still didn't move. She had her hands on the bottle. Andrew smiled flirtatiously and said loudly.

"You made me look like a hen-pecked husband."

Avery wasn't worried that he drank. She was afraid that he would lose control in front of James.

Avery looked at him seriously and wanted to say more. But Andrew whispered in her ears.

"Do you want drugs or not?"

Avery felt her pupils slightly shrinking. She was smart and knew what he was going to do. So she didn't stop him and pour the whiskey in the transparent glass.

She filled the whole glass. Andrew held it up with his long and thin fingers and raised at James, "cheers."

"Andrew---" James cut in, not buying his words, "what's the fun in that?"

Andrew almost raised the glass at his lips. But he stopped moving because of what James said.

James patted Jessica and gave Andrew a meaningful look, "come on, sweetheart, show your brother how to drink properly."

Jessica bit her lips. She knew James used her to get to Andrew. But if she didn't do it, James might think of something more awful to do to Andrew.

Jessica made up her mind and picked up the glass to take a sip. She was about to take a step back from the glass in James's hand when she felt a weight around her weight. The next moment, she was on James's laps. Her mouth was blocked, and James drank the whiskey left in Jessica's mouth. They kissed passionately, and it looked so hot.

After the kiss, James pat Jessica's face like she was a pet.

"This is proper drinking."

"Do you understand now?" This was said to Andrew. Then he gave Avery a meaningful look. It was full of provoking.

This aimed at two birds with one arrow. James used Jessica to infuriate Andrew to put him in a tough spot. He was Jessica's bodyguard for long enough to know his feelings for Avery.

So he was deliberately shaming Andrew. In his mind, he couldn't even get the love of his life, Avery.

Avery felt a hand around her waist. She looked down, and Andrew handed the glass in front of her.

"Andrew!"

Did he really want to drink this way?

Andrew looked aside and said.

"I'm betting my self-esteem on this. Please humor me."

He said so with everlasting hope in his mind. If Avery decided against it, he couldn't force her. So he said in a begging tone, hoping Avery would agree with her kind nature.

Avery didn't believe his words, though.

"It's quite alright if you don't drink. James couldn't really do anything to you."

"Really? I've sent my guys to James's residence. But searching for the drugs takes time. We need to buy more time."

It turned out Andrew didn't come here for vengeance. He came here, risking his own life to stall James.

Avery struggled. Andrew would put his life at risk to help her find the drug. One kiss was really nothing.

But if she really kissed, she felt she betrayed someone.

"Andrew, you suck. You couldn't even get your girl to drink."

"Right. You have balls to drink, but couldn't handle a girl."

There were satirical remarks. Andrew didn't listen to them. He was patient to wait for Avery's answer. In order to persuade her, he whispered in her ears.

"We should at least keep up the appearances."

Andrew has offered the best option. Avery didn't have any excuse to refuse. She took over the glass from Andrew.

Andrew was surprised and delighted. The next second, Avery sat on his lap.

Andrew only felt his heart racing, and his body shivering. All the sounds were choked in his throat. Andrew rolled his Adam's apple with excitement. More than one woman ever sat on his laps. But only Avery could make every cell in his body boiling and bubbling.

Avery mimicked what Jessica just did. She took a sip and held it in her mouth. Noticing Andrew was in a daze, she pinched his handsome right cheek.

After Andrew came back because of the pain, he saw Avery's flawless face approaching bit by bit.

His heart started racing and wouldn't stop...