His grip was quick, his actions fierce.
Eva Nightingale was shoved into the car before she could react, the masculine scent flooding her nostrils wasn't unfamiliar, mingling with a faint fresh fragrance.
Besides that, there was a strong smell of alcohol.
"Did I hurt you?" Sebastian Yansford's voice was slightly hoarse, a bit tender.
"I'm sorry."
Looking at her dumbfounded expression, he actually apologized, which was unlike his usual cold and unapproachable demeanor.
Why was he apologizing to her?
She wasn't hurt, just a bit caught off guard! Her uncle seemed like a different person tonight, with a whole body smelling of alcohol!
Eva's impression of him was that he had never spoken to her in such a humble way, and somehow his demeanor was tinged with melancholy, making her feel heartbroken.
"Uncle, you've had too much to drink!"
Eva held onto his wrist.
What was going on?
