Well, it was better than killing himself from frustrated love or something.
A few scantily-clad women noticed the handsome man, coming forward in succession to accost him.
"Go! He's not the man you can touch!" Cecelia chased them away, standing in front of Kevin.
A buxom blonde frowned at the teenage girl, "Who are you? Mind your own business!"
"He is my man. Got that?" Cecelia sat down on the sofa beside Kevin, shifted her legs, and cocked her head.
The blonde let out a disappointed snort and left whiningly.
Kevin watched coldly as Cecelia drove away those girls, remaining silent.
Cecelia, ignoring his cold look, moved closer to him. She picked up a cup in her hand and poured the whiskey in.
"Cecelia, what are you up to?" Kevin compressed his lips into a cool smile.