Maggie raised her lips, a charming smile on her face.
"It's none of Mr. Davies' business."
None of his business?
Eric, who has always been a gentleman to women, his face darkened to the point where it could drip ink.
"Margaret Evans, are you sure you want to provoke me?"
Maggie felt that he was distorting the truth, so her expression also darkened.
"Mr. Davies, let's be clear here, you are the one who brought another woman to provoke me."
"Wasn't it because you didn't appreciate me the other day and refused me without thinking?"
The indignation in Maggie's eyes suddenly turned into confusion.
Eric has had many women, but he always ended things quickly and never took them seriously.
In theory, after breaking up, he would never stoop so low to beg her to reconcile.
But that night, he drunkenly held her, nuzzled her neck like a child.
"Maggie, I miss you a bit. Don't leave me, okay?"