"Ah—"
Rebecca Quentin screamed as her body fell into someone's arms.
"Why do you want to leave?"
Howard Geoffrey's magnetic voice was hoarse from the alcohol, as he firmly grasped her hands.
Rebecca Quentin's panicked gaze met Howard Geoffrey's misty black eyes, instantly bewildered.
With a swift motion, Howard Geoffrey had already pressed Rebecca Quentin beneath him, tightly gazing at her.
His drunken eyes were fogged, lacking the usual stern coldness, with a hint of mischief and something wicked.
Rebecca Quentin tried to struggle but found she couldn't break free; finally, she calmed down and asked, "Howard Geoffrey, do you know who I am?"
Howard Geoffrey's eyes became bright and fiery, "Becca..."
For some reason, hearing him recognize her even while drunk made her pause for a second.
"Why do you want to leave?"
He was indeed drunk, even his questions were bewildering.
Rebecca Quentin answered seriously, "Let me go, and I'll tell you."
