Chapter 68

"Look who's here, my ex fiance! Hehe," Yanna is obviously drunk but she grabbed another glass of whiskey and took it straight. The harsh liquid went in her throat and she's feeling alive again. Her body is hot, head is a mess, heart is shattered to pieces.

"Noah, hic, Noah, my dear Noah, hic," Noah looked down at her.

"You're drunk,"

"Nyoww, Aym nyot druuunkk, hic," Yanna chuckled. It's a private suite so Noah ignored her and sat across the table.

Yanna is something when she's drunk. She never remember what happened after she sober up. Noah is risking that fact to confirm his data again. Because though it was a completed investigation done in his part, he still wishes, deep inside him... that she did not do it.

Yanna, though she lied to Noah about the incident. Though she cheated. Though she just used him for her own benefit... Noah felt like he either wasted or gained from the eight years they spent together.

Though their relationship lasted for that long; he wa a busy man who only s