His grip was quick, his actions fierce.
Eva Nightingale was shoved into the car before she could react, the masculine scent flooding her nostrils wasn’t unfamiliar, mingling with a faint fresh fragrance.
Besides that, there was a strong smell of alcohol.
"Did I hurt you?" Sebastian Yansford’s voice was slightly hoarse, a bit tender.
Looking at her dumbfounded expression, he actually apologized, which was unlike his usual cold and unapproachable demeanor.
Why was he apologizing to her?
She wasn’t hurt, just a bit caught off guard! Her uncle seemed like a different person tonight, with a whole body smelling of alcohol!
Eva’s impression of him was that he had never spoken to her in such a humble way, and somehow his demeanor was tinged with melancholy, making her feel heartbroken.
"Uncle, you’ve had too much to drink!"
Eva held onto his wrist.
All these years, his love for her was like a father’s, like a big brother’s, never in front of her...
Eva felt a bit heartbroken seeing Sebastian Yansford standing by the car, slightly leaning, possibly because of the alcohol.
Eva quickly supported him, "Uncle, are you alright?"
After saying this, Eva shouted towards the villa, "Aunt Fang, come out to help, my uncle has had too much to drink~"
He truly gave Eva a fright!
"Don’t worry~ I’m fine."
Sebastian Yansford pulled her hand away, then got into the car, sitting in the driver’s seat.
He started the engine.
"Uncle!" She quickly stopped him, "You’ve had too much to drink, you can’t drive!"
With the smell of alcohol all over him, how could he drive?
Hey, are we throwing caution to the wind?
There are two lives in this car! It’s a supercar; the accelerator can make it fly, it’s not a joke.
Wait, wait, she’s pregnant!
There’s a little life inside her!
"Uncle, stop, please don’t do this."
She was a bit flustered.
Sebastian Yansford wasn’t drunk, his cold eyes glanced at her, under the faint moonlight her skin appeared exceptionally fair, ha, really beautiful!
He listened to Eva’s words.
Eva was extremely anxious, "Uncle. Where are you going, let me drive, you shouldn’t drive."
She had lost to him, sigh.
Sebastian Yansford stared at her tender face, looked for a few seconds, and spat out a few words.
A bloody international joke.
He had just had a bit of alcohol, driving was still fine, he was the Mafia heir in Eastern Europe, he had dignity.
How could he let her, a girl, drive?
He was going to protect her.
Sebastian Yansford leaned in, buckled her seatbelt.
Eva felt a bit uncomfortable with his sudden orders and domineering attitude! She had a "hyperactive disorder", squirming back and forth on the seat.
But he was her uncle, how could she dare to speak up.
Eva held her breath, stared at him dumbly, "Where are you taking me?"
Sebastian Yansford turned his eyes again, glanced at her, coldly said, "Who bullied you, we’re going to settle with them tonight!"
"Nobody can bully you from now on. If someone curses you, curse back! If someone hits you, hit back! If someone forces you to do what you don’t want to, tell me, and I’ll kill them!"
"What’s wrong? Not happy?"
Eva: "..." She sighed deeply, looks like uncle really had too much to drink today! He seemed to be in a really bad mood!
He seemed like a ticking bomb, prone to exploding at any moment.