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.

expression broke my heart. I couldn’t

tightly and dryly reply,

was the alcohol talking, but I raised

little puppy

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

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

me first: are you going to abandon me?” He held my hand tightly, and even

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

side so that he could sit next to me. I looked him right in the eyes and spoke my next words right from the heart. “I can’t

my confession, the shine in Aaron’s eyes returned. His grip on my hand was

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

so much that the mere thought of him belonging to another

he pulled me into his arms and buried his head deep in the crook of my neck. I could feel his trembling breath on

skin.

pressed my back and his

who had just been let

just wrapped his arms around me and held me closer. I was almost suffocated by him,

took a deep breath

to the pink diamond on my finger. “Olive, promise

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