Chapter 208 Mister Handsome

• Emily suddenly laughed, her voice bubbling with a clingy, uneven rhythm. It rose too high, then dropped too low, words dragging as if her tongue couldn’t keep up with her thoughts. Her drunk voice carried a mix of exaggerated sweetness and slurred tones, playful yet heavy with liquor.
• “What? What are you talking about?” she said between giggles. “Justin? Who’s he?” Her tone was sticky, almost sing‑song, clinging to him like she didn’t want the moment to end.
• Charles’s grip loosened, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. “Then who?” he asked, his gaze locked onto hers, digging for something beneath the haze.