Axelâs eyelashes fluttered as his heart raced.
His heart rarely beat so fast. He was reacting to the woman who couldnât keep her hands to herself.
He wasnât moved emotionally.
The woman in his arms looked exactly like Alyssa. So it felt like he was caressing his sister. He didnât know what to do as his âsisterâ seduced him.
âHmm⦠I-Iâm about to puke.â Amberâs eyes welled up in tears. Her body went limp.
She drank a lot and had too much to dance. Her stomach was churning madly. It was unbearable.â
Handsome, c-c-can you bring somewhere to puke? I canât hold it in anymore.â
If it were another woman, Axel would have darted to the other side of the room-the further, the better.
He wouldnât want to get puked on.
However, he couldnât say no to that face of hers. He held Amberâs soft waist up with one hand. He carried her with his arm effortlessly and walked toward the restroom in large strides.
Everyone on the dance floor was dumbfounded.
*Shit! That handsome man is so strong! I wish I could feel how itâs like to have him carry me.â
âI couldnât believe such manliness exists!â
âBut, donât you think the woman he carried away looks like someone? She looks like someone who was the talk of the town online a few times. Who was it again? Ahh, doesnât she look like Alyssa Taylor?â
âIt canât be Alyssa Taylor! When she came in earlier, I realized that was Alyssaâs face!â
âPlease, why would Ms. Taylor come to such a place? Plus, you would have seen a group of bodyguards around her. Her dad is Winston Taylor, for crying out loud! That woman probably loved Alyssaâs face so much that she used her as a reference for plastic surgery.â
Axel couldnât enter the ladiesâ restroom, so he brought Amber to the menâs restroom.
Regrettably, two elderly men occupied the restroom. A cold glint flashed in their eyes as they observed a formidable-looking man entering with a woman in his arms. The sight left them so shocked that they hesitated to proceed with their business.
âAre you done peeing? If you are, get lost,â Axel said as he kicked the door open.
Both men quickly pulled their pants up and scurried away. They forgot to close the door as they exited:
Amber held the sink with both her hands and started puking violently into it.
Axel leaned against the wall and placed a cigarette in his mouth. He glanced at her from the side of his vision from time to time.
The more time he spent with her, the less she resembled his sister in his eyes.
Her sister, Alyssa, was a goddess. She was beautiful beyond measure. No other woman was as beautiful as her.
Amber concluded her bout of vomiting, splashed water on her face, and rinsed her mouth. As she stared at her lifeless reflection in the mirror, she noticed her face had lost its color due to the heavy drinking.
The face she saw bore a striking resemblance to Alyssaâs. It was Jameson who had meticulously chosen this appearance for her.
A sharp pain pierced her heart, prompting her to gently rub her chest. She chuckled wryly, biting her lip in self-mockery.
âAre you done? Do you feel any better?â
Amber widened her eyes in shock and let out a scream. It was only then that she became aware of someone standing beside her.
âWhat? I brought you here.â
Axel crossed his arms in front of his chest, teasingly gazing at her. âYou sweet-talked me to bring you to the restroom to puke and even called me handsome. Now, youâre acting like you donât know me at all. I think you were using me, miss.â
âW-When did I ask you to bring me here? This is the womenâs restroom. You should leave.â Amber was still staggering, but she was vigilant.
She was more sober now and could think clearer. Then, she finally saw Axelâs sturdy body, his handsome looks, and dashing features.
He quirked his trimmed eyebrow. The look in his eyes was teasing yet nonchalant. It was laid-back yet spontaneous, as calm as the cea Amberâs face suddenly warmed up. Her heart was beating faster.