Chapter 167

Yvonne was listening intently, and Melina was speaking just as earnestly. "Cutie pie, aren't you tired of liking Andrew?" Yvonne asked. For someone as proud as Yvonne, being around Andrew often felt stifling, even though she believed they were a good match. It would be mentally draining after a while. Melina shook her head. "Not at all. I know I don't match his status, but he lets me like him. He even lets me sleep on the same bed and hold his hand." Yvonne's usually sharp eyes widened in disbelief. Was Melina really talking about Andrew? Anyone else listening would think she was describing a gentle, caring guy. The high and mighty Andrew, who was usually so cold and heartless, was this tolerant with a woman? Melina suddenly seemed to remember something embarrassing. Blushing, she uttered shyly, "I had some of Mr. Wentworth Senior's alcohol the other day. I got drunk and kissed Andrew. He seemed mad, but he forgave me after a while." Her face was adorably red. She looked irresi