Leave Me Alone, Mr Shaffer by Diana Tenny novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74

The man’s gaze remained fixed on Isabella’s eyes as he drank the entire

content of the glass. Then, he flipped the glass upside down.

The surrounding crowd erupted into cheers. It was more intense than when

the muscular man had his turn.

Isabella lowered her head and rolled her eyes, becoming even more

suspicious that the person in front of her was Seth. Other than Seth, she

wouldn’t experience this kind of physiological fear toward anyone else.

“Only one drink left.” The man reminded her.

She snorted and continued to mix the drink. She planned to discreetly add

the ‘good stuff’ to the glass, but just as she reached out, the man standing in

front of the bar suddenly stretched his hand across and grabbed her arm.

“What are you taking?”

Isabella’s heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily flustered but

quickly forced a smile.

“I’m just adding some fruit to decorate it and help you ease the alcohol buzz.”

“Why are you so nice to him?” Someone nearby grumbled in jealousy. “Is it

because he looks handsome?”

Laughter ensued.

Isabella was unfazed as she glanced at the man in front of her. “Could you

please let go first? You’re hurting me.”

A glint of darkness flashed in the man’s eyes, and the next moment, he

released her arm.

Though the restraint on her arm loosened, her heart tensed up.

That touch just now confirmed her suspicions-the man before her was

indeed Seth!

Damn it! Why was he meddling in this?

“Are there no more drinks?” The man lifted his chin slightly, and his words

carried a hint of provocation.

Isabella bít her lip, scanned the bar, and eventually settled on a bottle of

vodka.

Without bothering to mix a new concoction, she switched to a larger glass,

filled it to the brim with vodka, and put a lemon wedge on the glass.

“Enjoy.”

“Will you leave with me after I finish this drink?” The man spoke softly. He was

deliberately prolonging the suspense just to play with her emotions.

Isabella could sense the mockery in his eyes even though she couldn’t see

the rest of his face. She was nervous, but she had to maintain her

composure.

“After you finish without falling.”

“Fine.” The man snorted and picked up the glass in front of him.

Numerous eyes were fixated on the glass in his hand. There was a mix of

excitement and reluctance. This thorny rose might actually be plucked by

someone else.

Isabella couldn’t help but look at the glass. She saw it slowly deplete as the

man consumed every drop.

A large glass of vodka like that should be quite challenging, even without any