Riya stamped her foot and leaned directly on Bruce because she could barely stand. "You..."
"Shut up. I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I can barely stand. If you don't want people to see us in this position, help me walk into the lounge."
Seeing that Bruce was about to push her away, Riya spoke in a low voice.
Bruce frowned and moved sideways to put some distance between them. Riya stuck even closer to him.
"You want me to make a fool of myself? No way. If I fall to the ground and lose my face, I will cry. Anyway, there are many people here, and someone will be talkative. If someone tells your wife about it with highly colored details..."
"Which lounge?"
Bruce was sick of arguing with her. Frowning, he could only let her pull his sleeve and hang on him.
Riya smiled proudly. She thought to herself, "If only you had been a gentleman and taken me to the lounge." She replied to Bruce, "The second floor, the first room on the left. I can't walk."
