Mission To Remarry

The two of them drank non-stop, one shot after another.

Little did they know someone had been monitoring them from the minute they stepped into the bar.

Upon noticing that the two women had almost finished their drinks, a man leisurely got up, walked downstairs, and sat beside them while holding a glass of wine.

“Excuse me, ladies. Mind if I join you for a drink?” The man slid into the seat next to Aubree, his movements intentionally brushing against her body.

Due to Frieda's persistent pouring, Aubree was already inebriated by that time. Thus, not only was her guard down, but she even leaned onto the newcomer's chest.

Frieda, on the other hand, was more cautious. “Do we know you?” she asked.

The man flashed a calm smile and reached out to clink glasses with the glass in front of Frieda. “Perhaps not yet, but we'll get there eventually.”

He turned to Aubree, giving her a flirtatious grin. “Looks like this young lady is quite fond of me.”

wine in his glass, he poured the remaining into

right state of mind, gripped his wrist, pulled the glass closer

Frieda was getting

mean she could allow a man

wanting to pull Aubree over

a smirk and uttered in an icy tone, “The lady accepted my drink, so she's mine tonight. Since she

suddenly became alert. “Who are you? Let go

the couch, the man gently lifted Aubree's body onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry and walked to the

the

as she had sprained her ankle when the man shoved her to the

blink of an eye, the man and Aubree disappeared from

went into panic mode. If something awful happens to Aubree

that her well-intentioned actions could backfire and cause Aubree to spiral into a state of insanity once again. If that happened, the latter might

of Aubree, it did not mean she could allow a man to