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Chapter 19 Let’s Get Married
Under the dim bar lights, the man finally recognized Humberto’s face and paled instantly.
Ignoring his bleeding head, he shoved his gang aside and fawned over Humberto. “Mr. Bernard! I didn’t realize this lady is…”
“A friend.”
Humberto didn’t even glance back.
Clueless about their history but desperate for safety, I inched closer to Humberto, feigning intimacy.
The man gulped. “My deepest apologies, miss! It was all a misunderstanding! Had I known you were Mr. Bernard’s friend, I’d never dare bother you!
“I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
Without waiting for a reply, he slapped himself twice under Humberto’s icy stare, then scrambled away with his crew.
I thought, “Who is Humberto to scare them off like that?
“But isn’t he just
How could some local thug cower before him?
“Is he some kind of big shot?”
I eyed him suspiciously. “Why did he run?”
Humberto turned, his dark gaze unreadable. “We’ve met before. I beat him up.”
“How badly did Humberto thrash him to leave such trauma?” I thought.
Anyway, his answer dissolved my doubts.
No wealthy heir would end up in a place like this, let alone sleep with a stranger like me.
I finally knew his background.
Facing Humberto again, I couldn’t help wondering, “How did I manage to land such a catch last night?
“With a face like his, marrying him would be a steal.”
“So, Humberto… There’s something I need to tell you.”
While I fumbled for words, he paid for the broken glass and ordered two drinks, handing one to me. “Go ahead.”
His voice was low and magnetic, sending shivers down my spine.
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Under his intense gaze, I gulped, heat creeping up my neck.
I downed the drink in one go and blurted out, “You wanted me to take responsibility, right? After thinking it over … let’s just get married.”
I finished my words.
Humberto froze, his brow furrowing as he studied me.
I thought my words shocked him, but he said, “That drink’s strong. Chugging it will knock you out.”
Only then did I notice the empty glass.
My tolerance was low, and the alcohol burned through me.
But I slammed the glass on the table, grabbed his collar, and leaned in unsteadily. “Stop changing the subject!”
“Alright…”
He frowned but steadied my waist, his patience unshaken.
Emboldened by his calm, I pressed on, locking eyes with him.
