Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Chapter 177. A message from Vincent

Olive’s POV:

Why did I feel like Aaron was in front of me? Was this a hallucination from drinking too much? I blinked hard, but the grip on my hand didn’t lessen even a bit.

Aaron clutched my hand tightly while his falcon-like gaze bore into my soul. I pursed my lips. Right now, the fire in Aaron’s eyes was stronger than the whiskey I was drinking.

I sat there as words fell from his lips, but the music was so loud that I couldn’t understand a word.

The next second, he gripped my hand even tighter. Aaron slowly crouched down as his stunning blue eyes shimmered with hope. This time, I could hear him clearly. “Olive, you can’t do this.”

I was so out of it that for a moment, I didn’t know what he was talking about.

Then, he pushed the ring back onto my finger before bringing my hand up for a gentle kiss.

The look in his pious eyes made my heart feel like it was burning. I suddenly had trouble remembering what Aaron was like when I first met him, but from what I could remember, he had never been as humble as he was now.

Yes, humble! I thought I’d never see the day that I called Aaron ‘humble.’

Aaron was supposed to be the most prideful person under the sun. It made no sense for him to look like this, but right now, Aaron seemed like a puppy with its tail between its legs, terrified of abandonment.

heart. I couldn’t help

tightly and dryly reply, “Get

front of me, and he looked a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but

puppy right

stiffened a bit at my words, and I was worried he would be angry. But instead, he rubbed his head against my palm and asked, “So, do you

looked at me pitifully. I tugged at Aaron’s hand and once again said,

He held my hand tightly, and even though his lips were curled in a light smile, his eyes were full of

wanted to abandon

side so that he could sit next to me. I looked him right in the eyes and spoke my next words right

after my confession, the shine in Aaron’s eyes returned. His grip on my hand was so tight that his knuckles were slightly white.

that question. While in the bar, I did think for a moment about breaking

much that the mere thought of him belonging to

deep in the crook of my neck. I could feel his trembling

skin.

my back and his voice steadied.

a m*ffled laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had just been let free after

around me and held me closer. I was almost suffocated by him, and I had

deep breath and

He glanced back over to the pink diamond on my finger. “Olive, promise me that you will never take off

his eyes had completely disappeared, and the shining smile on his face made