Chapter 117

Edward's handsome face darkened visibly under Alice’s disdainful stare. He shut his eyes for a second and exhaled sharply, forcing himself to not stoop to arguing with someone clearly drunk. With that, his hand caught her flailing wrist and pinned it above her head, keeping her from wriggling. Their eyes locked. As soon as Alice caught the deep, suppressed look in his gaze, she instantly quieted down. Her misty eyes blinked, cheeks tinged with a soft flush from the alcohol. Edward lowered his head, voice husky and quiet next to her ear. “Look closely. Who do you think I am?” She blinked slowly, her long lashes lightly brushing his cheek—it was like being touched by a feather, enough to make his heart skip. She gave a slow nod. “You’re… Alexander Blake.” But a second later, she frowned and shook her head. “No, wait… you're Edward.” His eyes dimmed slightly, and he let go of her wrists, gently resting his palm on her smooth forehead. “I’m Edward. I’m also Alexander. But most importantly,