Chapter 2015

Chelsea looked up at him; he seemed strangely familiar, yet she couldn’t place where she had met him before.

Growing irritated, she demanded, “Are you looking down on me? Hm?”

Jason froze for a heartbeat, then shook his head. “No, I only meant to remind you.”

He sounded unfailingly polite, the picture of a well-mannered gentleman.

Chelsea, however, was far from pleased. Studying the refined lines of his face, she declared, “You’re underestimating me, Handsome. I can drink anyone under the table.”

Jason merely watched her, said nothing, and turned to leave.

His retreat convinced Chelsea even more that he was belittling her.