Chapter 2

I never expected to see Lucas Land here.

He was wearing a tailored casual suit, drinking wine with a friend. His beautiful, long fingers held a wine glass as he smiled and chatted with the person across from him.

Looking at his handsome, chiseled face, my heart couldn't help but race.

No one knew that Lucas Land had been my secret crush during college.

Just then, my arm was suddenly pulled hard, immediately snapping me back to reality from my daydream.

"Cousin!" I shouted towards Lucas, trying to suppress my embarrassment.

Lucas paused slightly, looked up, but didn't seem to notice anything and went back to drinking his wine.

Damn, I was to his left rear, and there was a table of drinkers blocking his view. It would be hard for Lucas to spot me from where he was sitting.

These two drunks clearly realized I had seen someone I knew, and their grip on my arm tightened.

I struggled hard, raising my voice in desperation, "Brother, help me!"

This time, many people heard me and looked our way. Lucas finally saw me too.

He seemed to be stunned for a moment, then put down his wine glass, stood up, and strode towards us with his long legs.

Soon, he stood in front of me, looking at the two drunks holding me with an expressionless face and a cold voice, "This is my friend. Please let her go."

The two drunks looked at his expensive outfit and aristocratic air, glanced at each other, and sheepishly let go of me before slinking away without a word.

"Alright, go home now," Lucas glanced at me casually after helping me out, turning to leave.

Seeing my crush about to leave, I don't know if it was the alcohol hitting me suddenly, but I boldly grabbed his arm.

"Brother, can you take me home?" I clung to his arm shamelessly, my voice soft and pleading.

He frowned slightly, his handsome brows knitting together. "You should call Kyle to pick you up."

"We've already broken up. He has a new girlfriend and won't come to pick me up anymore," I said.

At that moment, his eyes seemed to darken a bit. In my hazy state, I couldn't see clearly, but I felt like I might be drunk.

Not wanting him to leave, I stumbled and fell into his arms, then clung to him and wouldn't let go.

His embrace had a nice scent, mixed with a hint of red wine, which I found intoxicating.

I suddenly remembered feeling unwell a while ago and going to a Chinese medicine clinic for acupuncture. It was him who did the acupuncture for me. I don't know if it was because he didn't often interact with women, but his ears were very red at the time, which was incredibly cute.

So, I grew bolder and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I'm not feeling well again. Can you take me home for some acupuncture?"

Instantly, his ears turned red again.

After a moment, he said in a low, husky voice, "Sarah, sober up. Do you know what you're saying?"

"I'm an adult," I clung to him tightly, mumbling, "I'll take responsibility for what I say."

His breathing hitched slightly, and he took my hand, leading me towards the exit.

I followed him home, and before we entered, he asked me seriously once more if I wanted to go in.

I looked at him with a red face, not saying a word, and directly pushed the door open, answering him with my actions.