The Cold Surgeon's Contract Bride novel Chapter 787

I never expected the so-called "evidence" to be a video.

It was a selfie video shot by Ferris.

At first, the camera only showed his jawline, but my voice echoed loudly from the screen: "I don't want to be quiet! I want to drink! Where's the alcohol? Give me my drink!"

"What are you drinking! Who took you out drinking!" Ferris's face appeared in the frame. He looked grim and thoroughly unamused.

"I've got plenty of cash! I don't need anyone to buy me drinks! I bought them myself!" my voice shrieked back.

Then, my face crowded into the frame, terrifying the present-day me staring at the screen.

In the video, my face was flushed bright red. My nose and the corners of my eyes were deeply tinted, making me look like a pink tomato.

It was glaringly obvious I was wasted.

The drunk me raised an eyebrow at the camera, my arm draped loosely over Ferris's shoulder. I looked exactly like some sleazy woman hitting on a random guy at a bar: "Hey handsome, you look awfully familiar."

I covered my eyes in absolute agony. Never in a million years did I think I would hit on men when I was drunk. I also didn't expect my flirting to be so utterly trashy and my pick-up lines to be so cliché.

In the clip, Ferris didn't seem entirely repulsed by my advances. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "Oh? I look familiar? Why don't you take a closer look?"

"Yeah, super familiar." The drunk me practically lunged forward and grabbed Ferris's face.

I forced his face toward mine, examining his features with intense scrutiny.