The iced drink went down quickly, and it wasn't long before Jasper Hawthorne felt a bit of discomfort.
Beads of sweat slowly formed on his forehead. Several times, he wanted to get up and leave, but the young girl across from him kept chattering on, her nonsense seemingly endless.
The whole time, he couldn't make out what she was saying. He only remembered her delicate pink lips opening and closing. He didn't know if she'd put on some lip balm, but her lower lip was plump and had a glossy sheen.
He was so mesmerized that for a moment, he forgot about the churning in his stomach.
Until the person across from him handed him a handkerchief and asked with a concerned look, "Why are you sweating so much? Are you okay?"
Jasper Hawthorne gritted his teeth. "I'm fine."
"Here, have some more water." Zoe Rhodes handed him the half-empty bottle of iced drink left on the table.
"..."
