REGINA couldn't help but swallow as she gazed at the intoxicated Fabian. She was taken aback by his words, her lips slightly parted in disbelief.
"B-but what about Irene?" she whispered.
Fabian clenched his jaw. "I don't care about her. Let's not talk about Irene," he said in a serious tone, tightening his embrace around her waist. Regina was almost lying on top of him.
"But Fabian—"
"Shh. No more buts, Regina. We won't discuss anything. Let's continue what we have," he said before their lips met again.
His eyes were closed, but she kept staring at him, feeling his lips moving against hers.
"Kiss me back, baby," Fabian whispered when he noticed she wasn't responding to his kiss. His hand moved up to the back of her head, pressing her closer.
Afterward, Fabian kissed her again. It wa
