He could even hear small gasps and intakes of breath.
The chubby waitress didn't expect such good treatment either. As she walked back, her legs felt weak, stepping deep and shallow, as if in a fog, almost tripping over her feet.
Caitlin Gilbert, feeling thirsty from talking, suddenly reached out for Kenneth Osborne's bottle of mineral water to drink.
Kenneth quickly pulled that bottle of mineral water away, smiling as he said, "I've already drunk from this one. Ms. Gilbert, why not get a new bottle instead?"
"I don't mind," Caitlin slightly blushed.
"But I do mind." Kenneth held the bottle of mineral water with one hand, his straight fingers like green pines and bamboo, making Caitlin wish he was holding her instead...
She closed her eyes, feeling a little woozy.
Drunk without drinking wine.
The allure of a handsome man is really dangerous...
She took a couple of deep breaths and said, "Mr. Osborne, I added you on WeChat earlier, but you haven't accepted it yet."
