Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

Chapter 291



They were lost in a whirl of drunken revelry, twirling to the beat of the music. However, Cillian was worlds apart from their happiness.

The crowd was wild with celebration, but Cillian was a lone figure at the bar, nursing drink after drink.

Truth be told, he was pretty hammered, but he could not bring himself to leave. The throng of people swelled, pressing in close to Cillian.

A crafty character edged closer to Cillian, eyeing his wallet like a prize to be snatched.

However, a tipsy woman barged in, shoving the would-be thief aside. She sashayed up to Cillian, slung an arm around his shoulders, and slurred with a wink, "Hey, handsome, flying solo? You're pretty handsome. How about we go for a dance?"

She even gave Cillian's cheek a flirty stroke.

Cillian, despite having drank large amounts of booze, was not out of his wits just yet.

Feeling the touch, he instinctively scrunched his brows together and removed her hand from his shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. Try your luck elsewhere."

"Don't shoot me down so fast, handsome. If you don't wanna dance, at least let me have your digits."

She flashed a charming smile, unfazed by Cillian's brush-off. She kept at it.

While they were caught up, the pickpocket saw his chance slip away and melted back into the crowd.

"Look, I really have no interest in you, Miss. You'd better scout out someone else."

Cillian cut her off again, no less firmly. This time, she backed off without another word.

She slid into the seat next to Cillian with an easy grace, a smirk playing on her lips. "Forget about it, then. I'm not inte you, but a heads-up, guys should watch their wallets in places like this." Content belongs to

Cillian, caught off guard, patted down his pocket and found his wallet peeking out. If it had not been for her heads-up, he might have been pickpocketed.

Without cash, he would be stuck washing dishes to pay off his tab tonight.

However, then again, what did it matter? No one gave a damn about him anymore.

"Thanks for the tip," he mumbled, genuinely grateful.

He was not the type to forget a favor, even if his thank-you was a casual one. He drowned himself in his drink once more.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Sweetheart, that thank-you's pretty

weak. Not many can resist my

el.ne

charm, the woman teased, her

laughter like music. It was only then that Cillian really looked at her.

He was floored. She was a dead ringer for Lucy-the same Daburinean features, though she was a good 40% to 50% less like Lucy in style.

Where Lucy was all ice-queen elegance and steely grit, this woman was a walking flame. She was bold and captivating in a way that drew eyes like moths to a blaze.

Truly, it was rare for anyone to turn

down her requests. Cillian, as if under some spell, found himself going along with her suggestion and asked, "So, how would you like me to thank you?"

"Hmm, I'll have to give that some thought..." The woman rested her chin in her hand, her gaze drifting off as if she were pondering something of great importance.