So, Stella Sterling summoned a lifetime of acting talent, preparing to perform the part of a hopelessly drunk woman for Roman Rhodes.
"You..."
She didn't need to finish.
The ever-perceptive Roman Rhodes had already seen through it all.
He leaned in slightly, cutting her off with an intriguing tone, "Can your friend get home by herself?"
Stella Sterling's train of thought was derailed.
Her eyes lost their vacant look, and her drunken stupor vanished.
She said hurriedly, "No, she didn't drive. She can't get back on her own."
With that, she tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
Roman Rhodes's eyes were half-lidded, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "You still remember to worry about your friend. Looks like you're not drunk after all."
Stella Sterling stood there, mouth agape and speechless. Her acting career was over before it had even begun.
「Three minutes later.」
Stella Sterling was nestled serenely in the man's arms, allowing him to carry her away.
