Just as Thea Lynch's lips began to open, before any sound could escape, her cheek unexpectedly pressed against a warm surface due to her nodding movement.
Feeling the man's halted breath in front of her, she looked stunned for a few seconds and backed away in panic once she realized what had happened.
She was slightly tipsy, and her cheeks were already flushed, now visibly deepening in color.
When Ian Preston's lips touched her skin, he, too, was taken aback.
The turmoil in his eyes flashed past, and as he straightened up, he spoke calmly as if nothing had happened, "Why did you go drinking? How much did you have?"
"..."
Thea Lynch was much more nervous than he was, and after stammering for a while, she finally replied, "Just a colleague's gathering. I only drank a little bit."
Her answer was vague, unable to hide the perfunctory tone.
His gaze dropped to the item she was holding in her hand, and Ian Preston frowned, "What's this?"
