Chapter 8

Nathan raised his wine glass and looked at me hopefully. However, Felix blocked the toast. "Sherry doesn't like to drink, so I'll drink on her behalf." He tilted his wine glass forward and finished the wine. His Adam's apple bobbed. Nathan paled even more when he heard Felix's clear show of dominance. He recalled the countless times I had fended off drinks or had them on his behalf at the dinner table. Regret filled him belatedly. With reddening eyes, Nathan chuckled bitterly before taking a step back. Then, he turned to leave. … After the party had ended, Felix tilted his head and looked at me. "Are you not bringing me home tonight, my fiancee?" I blushed and stammered, "What?" Felix stared at me for some time. He then asked in a low, dejected tone, "Are you not willing to bring me home? I know I'm just a cripple. It's only natural for you to feel like I'm a burden…" His words were a vast contrast from the cold, ruthless persona I had heard about. Still, I instinctively star