Chapter 172
Erin coughed a few times as her throat was still burning.
It took her a while to return to normal, and she looked at Henry, who had been watching her with amusement on his face.
She thought Henry must’ve seen her as quirky and cute because she accidentally choked on the meat and emptied the full glass of wine.
Thus, with her cheeks that had been tinted red, she lowered her head shyly and said, "I’m sorry that I don’t look elegant, Mr. Grant. I’m not like the other girls in Los Angeles. I come from a small town and we’re not taught to act elegant and pretentious."
"Oh really? You’re not taught to act courteously? I thought a woman from a small conservative town must’ve been taught to be an elegant woman her whole life," Henry sneered. "Are you sure it’s not just you? Because I had breakfast, lunch and dinner with Kate many times before, and she is pretty elegant and neat."
"In fact, she’s still looking elegant when she wakes up in the morning," Henry said. "She sleeps like a sleeping beauty on my bed after a wild night together."
’What is he talking about? Kate? Elegant? She’s on his bed after a wild night together?’ Erin was confused by what Henry had said just now.
"Haha, that’s funny, Mr. Grant," Erin said. "I thought I heard you say that you had a wild night together with my ugly sister, Kate."
"Why do you think it’s funny, Miss Ross?" Henry asked. His grin widened as he realized that the drug’s effect began to affect Erin.
"Because you’re Henry Grant! Why would a man like you, who is like—so handsome, cool, rich, and PERFECT, would sleep with an ugly bitch like her? It’s fucking impossible!" Erin’s mind began to weaken. Her gaze got a little blurry, so she shook her head a few times to keep herself awake. "Don’t joke like that, Mr. Grant. Just imagining you and that ugly bitch doing it makes me want to puke."
Henry chuckled, "But what if it’s true? Maybe Kate and I are truly in love, and we’ve been tricking you this whole time."