Revenge Of The Sweet Wife

f Mexican was awash in the warmth of lanterns

ate room 305. Adorned in her service uniform, a glimpse of helplessness flickered in her eyes.

her emotions and nervously knocke

e eyes within the r

not see Adrian, some disapp

Mr. Kelvin at the Mesmerizing Bar tonight. The latter was presen

le of the seats waved at her, "Waitress, you're slow with the w

ned Bailey and chuckled, "Mr. Kelvin, this chick's r

s' in the room, their thick makeup couldn't

ndeed found Bailey very attractive.

od, had already approached Bailey. He yanked her into t

Kelvin to the wine. Wh

man tried to gr

zed between two men in an already crowded seat, w

eyes, extended his greasy hand

iedly, she stood up and carefully placed the bottle of red wine on the table,

the bottle with practiced ease, picked up a

t about it. However, her earnest dem

her silhouette, and something in Mr. Kelvin stirred. Su

the red wine spilled all over her. Her white blouse wa

with heat while his hand r

ch a bore," he said with a grin. "Isn't

close to her neck,

full of anger, "I am not

waitress in a bar, s

s, and their tussling caused h

y, and seeing the amused spectators

am

en, and everyone in t

the tall man standing in the doorway,

ian

till as noble and handsome as ever,

as her ide

sh you for a lifetime, and neve

till as clear as if they ha

hazy as she foolishly stare

ace, piercing through her memories. Her fingertips dug deeply

Mr. Kelvin, I'm sorry for being late

so formal, we're bro

king, he didn't stand up, s

box. The man next to Mr. Kelvin immedia

ed not to look at Adrian. She

even know

s her first encounter with him, yet

to Mr. Kelvin, she fou

ting a lecherous glance at Adrian, "Bailey, they say that every beautiful woman c

his greasy hand gra

"Mr. Kelvin may not know, the more elegant the appearance, the more