"Do you think I can't remain calm and collected around you?
Does you really believe that I'm still the same old Sarah who always represses her feelings?"
As she spoke, her elegant eyebrows furrowed into an unhappy frown.
She glanced indifferently at Beauty before speaking again, "Take Beauty home first.
She's bound to throw up again tonight.
You should keep a close eye on her."
Lucas arranged for a designated driver at the bar's entrance, placing Beauty in the back seat.
Fearing she might hit her head again, he had no choice but to cradle her in his arms.
"Uncle, where are we going for a drink now?"
Beauty's small hand is mischievously hooked around Lucas's neck.
The faint wisps of her breath sprayed on his face and earlobe, her small hand stroking his chest.
Lucas grasped her hand to prevent her from clinging too tightly, causing Beauty to whimper and throw a little tantrum.
He didn't bother to deal with her, simply allowing her to carry on.
