However, Xante was the president of Newmoon Group, making her a person he could not afford to cross.
The man picked up the bottle of wine and poured another glass for Xante before doing the same for himself.
“Xante, I was only joking with you. Don’t tell me you’re mad? Well, I apologize. I shouldn’t have done that. Here,
let’s have a toast. It’s okay if you don’t want to be together now because I’m going to work hard to show you I’m
serious about you.”
He then put down the wine bottle, picked up his own glass, and finished it in one go. After that, he looked coyly at
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtXante, saying, “Your turn.”
The music was so loud that Xante did not quite hear what her ex-boyfriend said, but she thought she should at least
take a sip of her wine out of politeness.
However, someone grabbed her wrist just when she picked up her wine glass.
“Don’t drink it!” shouted Sunny, stopping her from drinking the wine.
Xante was first shocked, but her expression soured when she saw Sunny’s panic-stricken face looking back at her.
“Let go of my wrist,” she said threateningly.
Sunny frowned and forced himself to say gently, “Xante, don’t drink it. You should head back home now. You still
need to work tomorrow.”
Xante obviously did not agree with Sunny’s sentiment. “It’s the weekend tomorrow, so I don’t need to get up early
for work. Excuse me, but I’m talking to my friend here. Why don’t you go home before your brother comes looking
for you.”
Sunny took a deep breath to keep himself from exploding. “You can talk to him when the sun’s out. Nothing good
can ever come out of talking in a nightclub. Let’s go. I’ll send you home.”
Sunny tried to pull Xante away from her chair. He successfully got her to stand up but failed to drag her away as
someone else was pulling her other arm too.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmXante was stuck between Sunny and her ex-boyfriend. None of the two men were willing to let her go. Thus, they
were at a stalemate.
Sunny looked back, and the anger he had been suppressing immediately came to head when he saw the man
touching Xante. “You better let her go now! Don’t touch my girlfriend!”
The man laughed mockingly. “Your girlfriend? Excuse me, but Xante never told me so delusional and at such a
young age.”
“Are you or are you not going to let her go?” asked Sunny through gritted teeth.
“You should be the one letting go,” said the man, not backing down.