He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

(Daisy’s POV)

The man laughed.

Not loudly. But just enough for the sound to settle warmly in the air between us.

“Two glasses and you’re already tipsy,” he said. “Impressive metabolism, must say.”

I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

Or at least attempted to.

The problem was that my vision currently felt slightly unreliable. And so I leaned forward a little, squinting harder at his face.

Wait.

Did I know him?

“…Have we met before?” I asked slowly.

“No.” he replied easily. Then after a brief pause, “This is rude of me. I should’ve introduced myself first.”

He stretched a hand toward me.

“My name is Archer. I’m new around here.”

I stared at his hand.

Long fingers. Empty palm.

Okay good.

No weapon.

Because honestly, at this point in my life, caution felt appropriate.

I shook his hand carefully.

“My name,” I informed him with unnecessary seriousness, “is connected to flowers.”

His mouth twitched slightly.

“…Daisy?”

“Yes.”

I was impressed but that died down just then as I pulled my hand away immediately after that and turned back toward the bottle.

Phorities

I reached for it again. But before I could pour, Archer lightly caught my wrist.

I looked down at the contact.

He immediately released me.

“Sorry,” he said. “But I really don’t think another shot is a good idea

“How do you know?”

His gaze traveled meaningfully over my current state.

“The evidence is quite… evident.”

I frowned. “I’m finishing this bottle,” I announced.

“Absolutely not.”

Before I could react, he smoothly removed the bottle from my grip entirely and I stared at him in offended disbelief.

“Do you know me from somewhere,” I asked suspiciously, “or did my sorrow personally send you here to stop me from drowning it?”

A small amused expression crossed his face.

“No. Your sorrow didn’t contact me.”

“Okay.”

“And I don’t know you,” he continued. “I walked in hoping to distract myself from my own problems, then saw you attempting self-destruction through alcohol and suddenly it didn’t look like a good idea anymore.”

“I was not self-destructing.”

“You were drinking like someone stole your entire family.”

I frowned again. I folded my arms and looked him over properly now.

And unfortunately- he was very attractive.

Annoyingly attractive.

Tall. Dark hair. Sharp jawline that I couldn’t miss. Broad shoulders beneath a black jacket.

The kind of presence that just looked expensive.

Which was irritating because attractive people already had enough advantages in life.

“You sure you have problems?” I asked with genuine disbelief.

Heleped casually against the counter.

“Yes.”

I frowned harder.

“Good-looking people don’t have serious problems from what I’ve observed.”

That made him smile slightly.

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