“Get me a glass of water.”
Brendon murmured and gently shook her hand, as if pleading.
Ranita immediately softened. She turned around and saw Brendon lounging on the couch, his long legs curled up, his wrinkled shirt unbuttoned a bit to reveal a slightly flushed neck.
With half-closed eyes, he looked at her, devoid of his usual aloofness, showing unusual tenderness in his eyes.
“I’ll go get it for you.”
Ranita turned back, but he was still holding her finger.
Furrowing her brows, Ranita said, “Let go of my hand.”
Brendon stared at her, his voice hoarse as he asked, “Ranita, why is Makhi at your house in the dead of night? Are you…?”
Ranita explained impatiently, “There was an issue at Olivia’s place, and I had to deal with it. There was no one at home, so I asked Mr. Terry to come and look after Ayaan.”
“We only have a working relationship, nothing more.”
“Can you let go now?” Ranita endured, her voice unintentionally softening. She couldn’t harden her heart towards Brendon.
“Really?” Brendon, like a child, asked seriously, “Do you like him?”
Ranita’s reflection showed in Brendon’s eyes.
He was drunk, but not completely intoxicated.
“Do you like him or not?” Brendon thought sadly, if she said she didn’t like him, he would believe it.
“Ranita, why are you silent? Do you like him?” Brendon once again looked at her with pitiful eyes.
Ranita was extremely helpless.
“I’ll get you a glass of water to sober up.” Ranita pushed his hand away, not wanting to engage in any conversation with a drunkard.
Ranita started to walk away.
Brendon was extremely disappointed. Did Ranita really like Makhi so much? What was so good about him?
“Drink water. Rest for a while, and if you can, go back home.” Pausing for a moment, she added, “I need to rest. You’re free to leave.”
Brendon was a bit dumbfounded. He quickly grabbed her hand and said, “Ranita… tell me, do you like Makhi?”
This time, Brendon forcefully pulled her towards him.
Ranita couldn’t stand steady and bumped into him, finding herself caught in his grip at the waist before she knew it.
The smell of alcohol wafted towards her, making her slightly tipsy.
“You tell me, say it now.”
“You’re shameless!” Ranita was furious. Why was he so clingy?
Brendon was forceful and grabbed her waist, demanding, “Tell me! Do you like Makhi!?”
“Why do you like him? I’m better looking than him, richer than him, and I can satisfy you in bed…”
Ranita’s eyes widened at his words, shocked by his vulgar remarks.
Her ears burned hot, and she covered his mouth, saying, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
“Shut up!” Ranita’s cheeks turned red with anger.
The next moment, she felt a kiss on her palm.
It felt like an electric shock, piercing her heart with pain.
“Why don’t you like me? Why do you have to like Makhi?” Brendon, in a drunken state, looked at her with a confused gaze.
Ranita calmed down, pursed her lips, and said, “Brendon, let go of my hand.”
“You say…” He was being unreasonable, and incredibly childish.
Ranita avoided his gaze and hesitated for a while before saying, “Brendon, stop making baseless assumptions. I don’t like Makhi…”
There was silence for a long time.
When she turned back, she found Brendon had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.