Taming My Arrogant Husband

Chapter 67: You're drunk

I followed his gaze and noticed that he was looking straight at the woman in the middle of the stage.

"She's my girlfriend."

My head snapped towards him and saw the love and happiness that shines in his eyes.

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"Uhuh, and we're actually planning to get married next month."

"Wow! That's good to hear, congratulations!"

"Thank you." He said giving me the refill of my tequila. "How about you, do you have a boyfriend?"

My smile died when I heard his question.

"I'm married." I sighed as I showed him my wedding ring.

"Ohh... but why aren't you sounded happy?"

"Because we're actually getting a divorce."

"Oops! I'm sorry to hear that, I didn't know----"

"It's okay, it was just a fake marriage anyway." and I shot the tequila straight without tasting salt or

biting a piece of lime.

"Ahhg! Why does tequila tastes bitter yet sweet, forgodsake! It's my fourth shots already but it still gives

a burning sensation in my throat!"

"Because you haven't touched the salt and lime in front of you. Lick the salt before you drink, it will

lessen the burning of the tequila and then quickly bite the lime as it will balance and enhance the

taste."

I stared at him for a few seconds and found myself laughing.

"Don't you think I didn't know that? I just wanted to taste the original taste and I'm actually enjoying it,

the spirit, the bitterness and the massive sweet taste in one. Tsk.tsk.tsk, it's just like my life! You know."

And I giggled before straightly drinking the shot.

"Whoah! You know what, now I'm starting to love the person who created this amazing drink in the

world!"

"Oh... I think you're already drunk, Miss beautiful."

"Drunk? Who says I'm drunk? Give me another shot, Mr. handsome!"

"But Miss----"

"Come on, Mr. handsome, don't kill my happiness and give me another shot!"

I giggled as I banged my hands on the counter. I caught the attention of some of the customers but I

just ignored them. Truly, rum makes you a complete scoundrel, whiskey cheers you up and tequila

makes you crazy.

"Are you sure you can----"

"Relax, Mr. handsome, I'm not drunk!" I wiggled my eyebrows. "Not yet!" and I giggled again. "I have a

question and I want you to answer me with your honest opinion."

He looked at me, confused while pouring another shot in my glass.

"What if you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love? What will you do? Will you stop even when

you know you can't and you will only hurt yourself, or will you continue to love him even when you know

he can't love you back no matter what you do?"

Because I wasn't looking at him but on my glass, I missed the way he scrunched his face and I didn't

notice the person who entered the bar and stood behind me.

"Wait, I'm confused! Is the reason why you're getting divorced is because you fall in love with someone

and you cheated on your husband?"

I can't help but laugh at his question.

"Of course, not. I won't do that! Even if we were just pretending, I can't do that."

"What do you mean you're just pretending?"

"It was just an arranged marriage and we just have to pretend to be a couple in one year, but

something happened that I didn't expect."

"You fall in love with him?"

I just sighed and curled up a sad smile as I thought he was the one asking me that question. But what I

didn't know is that it came from the man standing behind me and listening to our conversation.

I remained silent and gulped my next shot, still oblivious of the person watching my every move. Then I

felt someone occupied the space next to me.

"Is it wrong to love him even if we are just a fake ---Andrew?" My eyes widened and my words died

inside my throat when I found him looking at me.

"Hi, Sophia." He smiled at me before ordering a glass of whiskey.

I avoided his gaze as I suddenly felt the blush creeping all over my face and down to my neck.

"W-What are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that question, Sophia? What are you doing here? I thought you said

you had a dance competition?"

"Yeah, I'm just enjoying my vacation here in San Diego."

"Hmm... so when are you going to tell your husband that you're here too?"

"You didn't tell him?" I asked him, surprised.

"No, but I was about to tell him earlier but there was someone came and I didn't had the chance to talk

to him about you."

"What do you mean someone came?"

"Chloe Enriquez came with a bottle of wine and completely interrupted our conversation."

I didn't know what to say so I just remained quiet and waited for his next words.

"Anyway, I heard you're confessing to the bartender about your marriage."

"You heard it?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "So you have already fallen in love with him, huh?"

A loud sigh escaped my lips after hearing his question.

"But this is only one-sided love and sooner or later it will be wasted."

"Why don't you tell him, Sophia?"

I looked at him, giving him an awful smile.

"We are getting divorced, Andrew, so what's the point of telling him?"

"What if he feels the same for you?"

"I can't feel any signs." I shook my head and turned to the bartender. "Give me another shot, please Mr.

handsome."

I heard him chuckled before he grabbed the shot glass away from me.

"That's enough, Sophia. I'll take you to your room."

"No! I want to enjoy this night, so give me another shot Mr. handsome!"

"No! Sophia! That's enough, you're drunk!'

"I'm not drunk, Andrew!"

"You're drunk! I'll take you to your room!"

"I said I'm not drunk-----"

"Or do you want me to tell him that you're here?"

I narrowed my eyes on him. But as long as I wanted to stay at the bar, I have no choice but to obey

what he said.

He helped me to stand and he also paid for all my drinks despite my protests that I can pay them all.

He took my arm by his right hand and placed his left over my shoulders as we passed the crowd.

But we were stopped by the familiar voice behind us when we were about to leave the bar.

"So this is your plan, Andrew?"

We turned around only to find Daniel standing a few steps away from us. The dim ambiance of the bar

didn't help to hide his raging expression. He has a glass of drinks in his hand while the other is in his

pocket.

"Daniel..." We both mumbled at the same time, shock was clearly written on our face. Andrew

immediately removed his hand off my shoulders.

"Why does it look like you saw a ghost?" He asked clenching his teeth as his eyes moved from me to

Andrew.

"I was just helping her, Daniel."

"Really, Andrew? After you reminded me of what we talked about before we got married, do you think I

can still believe you?"

I turned to Andrew because I was confused about what Daniel said, but I became more confused when

he sounded defensive.

"I'm not doing anything, Daniel, I was just helping her."