C4 My Target

Greyson said that he was going to a bar to drink, but he took Gabriella to Phoenix Stage. It was a very famous nightclub in the city, and Greyson had been calling people the whole time. When they arrived, the room was full of people.

When they saw them, they stood up one after another. Some of them called out to Mr. Warren, some of them called out to the head, and some of them called out to Eloise. However, all of them noticed Gabriella, who was following behind Greyson. One of them, who seemed to have a good relationship with Greyson, asked, "Who is this girl?"

Greyson said, "My girlfriend."

Everyone in the room quieted down. Gabriella almost tripped over herself. She staggered a little and grabbed Greyson's sleeve to prevent herself from embarrassing herself.

Her fingers accidentally touched his hand. The temperature on his wrist was so low that she could not help but feel a little jump in her heart. She looked up and saw that everyone's eyes were on her hand that was grabbing Greyson's sleeve. Her white and delicate fingers were as attractive as a scallion. She wondered if Mr. Warren, who was so picky with his cleanliness, would chop off her hand.

Gabriella was a little scared by the strange gazes of the crowd. She quietly took back her hand and patted Greyson's sleeve. She pretended that nothing had happened and calmly explained, "Mr. Warren was joking. Let me introduce myself. My name is Gabriella, and I'm a doctor."

Greyson did not refute her. He just glanced at her and took off his jacket.

The room was a little hot, so Gabriella tried to convince herself that he did not take off his jacket because he disliked her rubbing his sleeves.

Ugh, the truth was that he really disliked her. He threw the jacket to her and said, "Return it to me after you have washed it."

Gabriella was speechless.

Was this selective cleanliness? He could eat out, but he could not accept other people's touch?

Gabriella gave Greyson a diagnosis in her heart, but Greyson had already turned around and left. The man who had asked her who she was just now smiled at Gabriella and said, "Hey, doctor, my name is Rowan. I'm a friend of Grey's."

Gabriella nodded and said, "Hello."

"Take a seat over here." The man called Rowan led Gabriella to a seat beside Greyson. This time, Gabriella paid more attention to him and stayed as far away from him as possible.

The atmosphere in the private room quickly became lively once again. The men and women started to sing and dance together. Rowan asked Greyson, "Grey, what do you want to play tonight?"

Greyson leaned against the sofa and watched them dance. He looked like he was proud of himself. He pointed at Gabriella and said, "Just greet her."

Rowan smiled and said, "Are you trying to let your girlfriend see the world?"

Greyson said lightly, "Anything."

Rowan smiled again and looked at Gabriella. "Doctor, what do you want to play?"

Gabriella actually didn't want to play at all. She was not a pleasurable person, so she had no interest in drinking, singing, and having fun. However, she was a person who would settle for the best. She replied, "Anything."

This answer was too casual. Gabriella had regretted it countless times, but there was nothing she could do about it. That was the answer she gave.

Rowan called for a bunch of people to play with her. The simplest way to win was to guess the color of the liquor. It was not difficult for Gabriella, but the key was that she had never played before. Before she completely mastered the technique, she lost and was punished with a glass of beer.

When the beer was served, there was a faint flame in the beautiful glass. The color of the liquor was very beautiful. Before that, Gabriella had never drunk anything other than beer. She was a bookworm, but at the same time, she was a good girl.

She did not know how strong the alcohol was, but she did not mind the beautiful color of the liquor. She picked up the straw and drank all the liquor in it.

Then, she fell.

She fell very quickly. She did not have any room to dodge. When the liquor was drunk, she fell on the table.

The last thing she heard was the voice of the man called Rowan, "Fuck, his alcohol tolerance is so bad?"