Chapter 17 Am I Really Bad?

In the car, Scarlet leaned back on the seat, tilting her head to look at William Vance who was driving. In Scarlet's eyes, William Vance's side face moved her more than the front face. Maybe it's because of his mood, Scarlet didn't pour a glass today. Despite being drunk, Scarlet was still sober. After staring at his profile for a while, Scarlet suddenly said, "William Vance." William Vance turned to look at her when he heard the sound, looked at her flushed cheeks, and frowned slightly, "Do you want a drink?" Scarlet shook his head and called him again, "William Vance." "explain." "Why do not you like me?" After asking, before William Vance could speak, Scarlet asked again, "What do you like about Sarah Stafford?" William Vance frowned even tighter, "How much did you drink?" Scarlet stretched out a finger towards William Vance, and gestured wit