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

tightly and dryly

me, and he looked a bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but I raised my hand to

puppy

angry. But instead, he rubbed his head against my palm and

pitifully. I tugged at Aaron’s hand and once again said, “Hurry up and stand

are you going to abandon me?” He held my hand tightly, and even though his lips were curled in

baffled. How could he think that I wanted to abandon him?

upwards, and scooted him to the side so that he could sit next to me. I looked him right in

returned. His grip on my hand was so tight that his knuckles were

in the bar, I did think for a moment about breaking up with Aaron. But the mere thought of

man so much that the mere thought of him belonging to another caused

arms and buried his head deep in the crook of

skin.

my back and his voice steadied. “Olive, I

sentence, he suddenly burst into a m*ffled laugh. It was the laugh of a man who had

after a bit, he stopped laughing. He just wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. I was almost suffocated by him, and I had to

he let go, I took a deep breath and asked,

my finger.

smile on his face made me feel the same way as when I