My Baby's Daddy

“Another, to the brim,” said Sophia nonchalantly as she brought the wine glass to Arthur, who was instantly amused. His gaze was fathomless yet crystal-clear under the lights, looking exceptionally charming.

“Are you sure you know how to drink wine?” Despite doubting, he still poured her half a glass of sweet wine.

Sophia didn’t want to stand on ceremony with him anymore. He would be someone else’s husband after the next sunrise; she couldn’t order him around anymore after that.

“C’mon, fill it up to the brim. Don’t be so stingy.” She propped her chin up, looking all ‘I don’t get drunk easily.

At that, Arthur topped it up, and as the liquid was coming up to the top, he asked with worry, “Are you sure you really want to drink this way?”

“Ye-ap!” Sophia enunciated with a nod, took the wine glass from him, then chugged the entire glass of wine down again. This sure is good wine.

Meanwhile, Arthur took a graceful sip, his gaze latched onto her this whole time. Her soft long hair sat neatly on her shoulders, surrounding her stunning, fair face.

Arthur fell into a momentary trance, thinking, The way this girl drinks sure looks fine.

of wine only to notice she was still sober, and she couldn’t help asking, “What’s the abv

“Eight percent.”

wouldn’t get

Arthur had only brought her here because he wanted to spend a bit more time with her. But who’d

too strong. It’s not the

With that, she searched the racks and found

searched for a whiskey glass but to no avail. Thus,

the lady, Arthur dashed toward her and snatched the bottle of whiskey from

her to choke and reflexively lean against the table, coughing violently. The next second, she felt a warm, large palm gently patting

streamed down her cheeks, and she turned around to throw herself into his arms. Her actions stumped Arthur for a split second before he wrapped his arms around her and looked

had dampened his shirt, but she couldn’t care less. She continued

be able to anymore

stood motionless like a tree with his brows locked into a deep furrow, letting the young in his arms cry and hug

stood on tiptoes. She wanted to kiss him, but he towered over her.