My Secret Husband Is My Cold Boss novel Chapter 77

Nowadays, bars and cafes went out of their way to create aesthetically pleasing drinks to cater to public tastes.

Wendy eventually chose a cocktail shaped like an iceberg.

The server brought it over, complete with an adorable bunny-shaped ice cube floating in the glass.

Sampson's glass was minimalist in comparison.

It held a pale amber liquid, poured only a third of the way full.

Noticing Wendy staring at his drink, Sampson turned his head, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Mine is quite strong. I highly recommend you don't try it, Dr. Gates."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on getting wasted," Wendy said, shaking her head.

Her gaze drifted from the glass in his hand up to his profile.

Because they had gone to the Watson house today, Sampson was dressed formally.

Before walking into the lounge, he had tossed his suit jacket and tie into the back of the car.

Now, wearing just a light-colored dress shirt, he sat casually at the edge of the bar, one long leg resting on the floor.

His posture was relaxed, yet effortlessly elegant and commanding.

Realizing she had been staring for far too long, Sampson noticed but made no effort to look away.

He merely tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Wendy said, resting her chin on her hand, watching her own reflection in his deep eyes. "Just wanted to look."

The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing a sapphire-blue watch that gleamed with a subtle, luxurious light.

Sampson turned his gaze back forward, a faint smile touching his lips. "Then keep looking."

She had company beside her and live music on stage.

The acoustic singer played folk songs one after another.

When a song Wendy knew came on, she hummed along.

Slightly buzzed, her voice sounded different from its usual crisp tone—softer, slightly husky.

Sampson watched her side profile, losing himself in the moment.

"Why didn't you call me when you got here?"

Jasper Sterling wrapped an arm around Sampson's shoulders from behind.

Once he steadied himself, he noticed Wendy, stood up straight, and gave a respectful greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sanders!"

He didn't look any younger than Sampson, but his grin revealed a prominent canine tooth that made him seem boyish.

"You don't have to..." Sampson tried to stop her halfway.

But he was too late.

Wendy drank it too fast, swallowing it all in a single gulp.

She was officially drunk.

When it was time to go home, Sampson hired a designated driver.

Worried Wendy might get carsick, he sat in the back seat with her.

It was the first time the driver had ever seen a couple opt to sit separately like this. He gave them a curious look before starting the engine.

Traffic was heavy for the weekend, and Jasper's lounge was quite a distance from their apartment.

It took the driver a full thirty minutes to finally park the car in the Regency Heights garage.

"Here are your keys, sir."

Before getting out, Sampson grabbed a wet wipe from the back seat, wiped his hands cleanly, and slipped the keys into his pocket.

After finishing all that.

Wendy still hadn't moved from the car.