The alcohol Chelsea had consumed hadn't fully broken down in her stomach and now came out completely, all over the man standing before her. The scene was nothing short of disastrous.

Melford wasn't a clean freak, but no one would be pleased being vomited on. Chelsea, having finished, grabbed his tie to wipe her mouth, hiccupped, and said, "Sorry, couldn't hold it."

She said "sorry," but there was no sign of remorse from her.

Melford's temple veins bulged, and his usually charming eyes turned as cold as ice, fixed on Chelsea. She was stunning, with fair skin, her lips like petals, and her face radiating a vivid yet pure beauty....