Noticing that Chase was silent, Lola thought he had acquiesced.
After all, as a president, he wouldn’t have taken much care of a girl if he didn’t love her.
And she shouldn’t be concerned with the things between Chase and Vicky. Lola regretted that she had asked him about it.
At that moment, Chase turned back, stared at her with sharp eyes, and said, "Please pour the wine."
She soon came back to her senses and stepped forward. Just when she picked up the glass, Chase suddenly put his hand on her slender waist.
Lola was nervous. "Mr. Dalton, please take your hand away."
"Well, I’m drunk."
With these words, he even caressed her waist gently. Instantly, Lola flushed.
She turned her head and glared at him. When she was about to shout at Chase, he took her waist and held her in his arms
