Chapter 118 Nice Guy
Liam leaned back in his seat, his fingers lightly brushing over the rim of his wine glass as he looked Ann directly in the eyes. "Yeah," he said simply. "You heard that right. I’m ending school this year. I can’t waste a whole year bullshitting."
Ann tilted her head, blinking slowly as his words settled in. But instead of shock, she gave him a sly smile. "That would mean you’re more available, right?" she said, her voice low and teasing.
He nodded, a small grin pulling at his lips.
"Mmm," Ann hummed, clearly enjoying the idea. She set down her spoon and leaned back in her seat, gracefully reaching for her wine glass. The deep red liquid shimmered under the restaurant’s soft golden lighting. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving his.
As Liam watched her, he noticed a bit of sauce smeared on her lower jaw, just near the corner of her lips. With a chuckle, he leaned forward, reaching out slowly across the table. Ann paused, her lips parting slightly in surprise as Liam’s hand brushed against her cheek and wiped the sauce away gently.
But just as his hand lingered on her soft skin, the restaurant doors burst open with a loud, obnoxious bang.
Liam didn’t even have to turn fully to know who it was. He sighed under his breath as he glanced toward the entrance.
Crimson Hand.
Four members of the gang had entered the upscale restaurant like they owned the place, laughing loudly, one of them shoving the other in a playful way that sent a waiter stumbling. Liam rolled his eyes. Can’t they just enter like normal human beings?
He recognized them—low-level goons, not worth the trouble. He had no beef with these particular guys, and as long as they didn’t act stupid, he wasn’t going to start anything. Liam turned back to Ann, brushing off the disruption.
He continued eating and flirted shamelessly with her, making her blush deeper with every compliment and glance. Her cheeks were a soft pink now, her lips curled in a helpless smile, and her eyes sparkled every time he teased her.