Emily’s POV
“How did I even not know that the rich bastard would definitely opt for a VIP room instead of normal? Without wasting money on such luxurious demands how can he be?” I murmured to myself when he walked towards me with a glass that might be filled with milk in his hand.
I kept looking at the glass as if by just looking at it I would be able to figure out what was exactly going on in the head of its owner. Grabbing my chin between his finger and a thumb, he tilted my head back, “Glaring at it would not make it go down your throat. Grab it and drink.”
“What is it?” I asked clenching my teeth.
He chuckled as if I had just said a joke or something funny. “Even a kid would know what it is by just a look. Can’t YOU guess?” He arched his brow and stared down at me still holding t
