Under The Spell Of My Husband's Uncle

“Give me vodka,” Kimberly said coldly to the bartender.“All right, Miss,” the bartender immediately gave her the drink she ordered.Kimberly downed the vodka in one go. Not just one glass, but she kept asking the bartender to give her the high-alcohol drink. Occasionally, she looked at the sea of people on the dance floor. She felt like laughing at herself.Everyone was paired up. They looked so intimate, while she? She sat in her place, drinking alcohol, while dancing slightly to the jazz music being played by the Disk Jockey.The woman with thick brown hair and hazel eyes had not escaped the gaze of many men who were staring at her. Without hesitation, the men even asked her to get acquainted and dance. However, not a single man was attractive to Kimberly.“Whisky, please.” A deep voice belonging to a man speaking to the bartender reached Kimberly's ears.Kimberly turned to the man sitting next to her. Her eyes narrowed, staring at the familiar man. Her forehead furrowed, trying to

Damian spoke with a faint smile on his face. Reflexively, everyone there was shocked and turned their gaze to Kimberly. Kimberly's face looked slightly pale, especially with everyone staring at her.Kimberly's throat constricted, her tongue felt tied, her mind went blank instantly—unable to string words together. In her mind, she wondered when she had met Damian? But, wait! She vaguely felt like she had met the handsome figure in front of her before. The man's deep voice and gaze were familiar. What strengthened her memory was Damian's masculine perfume.As something surfaced in Kimberly's mind, her breathing suddenly became heavy. Her legs felt like jelly, unable to stand upright. Her heart raced so hard it felt like it wanted to jump out of her chest. The woman shook her head, trying to convince herself that what was in her mind was wrong.No, it's impossible. He's not the one. I must be wrong, Kimberly thought, restless and panicked.“Kimberly, where did you meet Damian?” Fidelya a

A handsome and dashing man stands in his grand office, gazing at the skyscrapers of Los Angeles through the tall window. The handsome man slowly sips the wine in his hand. His eyes stare straight ahead, lost in thought. A faint, mysterious smile appears on his face. A cold aura and a firm gaze surround him.“Mr. Damian,” greets Freddy, Damian’s assistant, as he steps closer.“What is it?” Damian shifts his gaze, coldly eyeing his assistant standing before him.“Sir, will you be staying long in Los Angeles? You have an important meeting next week. Is it possible for you to return to Seattle in four days?” Freddy asks politely.Damian falls silent for a moment upon hearing the question. “For now, I will stay here for an undetermined time. As for the meeting in Seattle, you can ask the representative director to replace me.”Freddy looks a bit confused and doesn’t understand. “Excuse me, Sir, didn’t you previously intend to stay in Los Angeles for just three days? I mean, you yourself sa