Bab 125: Isabella

The man with long hair like Tristan smiled in victory, he pulled a chair and sat close to her beginning to stroke her back. "A beauty crying," his voice rang in her head.

"I just want to drink," she whispered to herself with her face still buried in her crossed arms.

"Then, you shouldn't drink something so strong," he made her lift her gaze so he handed her another glass.

Liliana collected it and quaffed the content in two seconds. "Wow, take it easy beauty," he seemed surprised.

"I want more," she swallowed the heat, and she was relieved she was able to remove Tristan from her mind.

"Sure," he poured her another. "So, I'm Eugene, what about you?" He watched her drink.

"My name," the girl was getting drunk.

"Yes," he answered.