Chapter 1 Do You Want More Whiskey?

Rosalynn Brooks's boyfriend, Nathan Lambert, cheated on her the day he proposed to her. But a woman like Rosalynn would never let her boyfriend walk all over her. That night, she seized the chance to approach Nathan's uncle, Gerald Higgins. On that day, amidst the congratulations from their friends and relatives, Nathan proposed to Rosalynn and put the engagement ring on her finger. Then, he held her hand and led her to the gazebo in the garden. "Rosie, there's someone I'd like you to meet." Rosalynn was curious, "Who?" Nathan put on a mysterious smile. He ushered Rosalynn into a lavishly adorned gazebo. A few steps further, Rosalynn saw a man. The young man exuded a strong aura of coldness and solemnity. He had chiseled features, reminiscent of a sculpted masterpiece created by a skilled artisan. Nathan led Rosalynn to the man, draping his arm around her shoulders, "Gerald," he began, "I'd like you to meet someone." "This is Rosalynn, my fiancée." The man looked up and cast a frosty gaze at Rosalynn. His dark pupils swiftly narrowed the moment he saw her. It was her? Nathan continued to smile, "Rosie, meet our uncle, Gerald." "Go ahead, say hello." Rosalynn greeted Gerald with a soft voice, "Nice to meet you, Uncle Gerald." Gerald ignored her. His body leaned forward slightly, and his slender fingers traced the rim of his whiskey glass. He seemed to be lost in thought, trying to remember something. Suddenly, Nathan's phone rang and he picked it up. Rosalynn glanced at his phone screen and the caller ID read: Sugar Lips. Rosalynn sneered at such a disgusting name, but she didn't intend to expose Nathan's affair with this Sugar Lips. Maintaining his composure, Nathan said he needed to take the call. Rosalynn agreed in a gentle and empathetic tone, "Okay, go ahead." Nathan hurried away. Rosalynn and Gerald were left alone in the gazebo. Gerald raised the glass of whiskey before him and took a sip with his head held high, his neck and jawline sleek and alluring. Inexplicably, Rosalynn felt her throat was a little dry, and then she remembered the time when she was seventeen. At that time, she had a crush on Gerald. Once, when Gerald was helping her with her exams, Rosalynn seized the opportunity and asked, "Gerald, a friend of mine has a crush on you. She wants to know what kind of girl you like." Gerald saw through her intentions and responded with indifference, "I don't like your kind." After that, Rosalynn was too embarrassed to ask him for help. Rosalynn's soft and slender body leaned against the pillar of the gazebo, her gaze appraising Gerald with quiet intensity. It seemed he had forgotten her. That was normal though. After all, a charismatic man like Gerald would undoubtedly attract countless women to throw themselves at him. What surprised Rosalynn was the fact that he was Nathan's uncle. Gerald put down his glass and felt Rosalynn's intense gaze. Then his eyes locked with hers. There was a secretive look in his narrow, dark eyes. Rosalynn pursed her lips. Just as she was about to walk to Gerald, Nathan came back. "Rosie, I'm sorry, something came up at the office and I have to leave." Rosalynn knew that the Sugar Lips was releasing her charm. However, she replied in a gentle tone, "It's so late and you still have to work? Remember to take care of yourself, okay?" She secretly wished that Nathan would just die in the embrace of his mistress. Nathan held Rosalynn's hand, reluctant to let go. Then he looked at Gerald, "Uncle, could you drive Rosie home? It's late. I don't want her to go home by herself." Gerald raised his eyes, and his sharp gaze landed on Rosalynn. In fact, Gerald was only a few years older than Nathan, but Nathan was afraid of this uncle of his. He knew Gerald didn't want to be troubled by others. He was about to change his mind when Gerald suddenly stood up from his chair and said, "Okay." A black Maybach was parked in front of the hotel. Gerald and Rosalynn were sitting in the back seats. "Where do you want to go, Miss?" The driver asked. "Pinecrest Estate." Rosalynn's voice was coquettish. "Thanks, Gerald". The car drove forward smoothly. Feeling bored, Rosalynn shot a sideways glance at the man beside her. He was taking a nap. Gerald's chiseled features were so irresistibly attractive. The more Rosalynn observed, the more she felt her desire for him intensify. Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at Pinecrest Estate, but Rosalynn felt that she hadn't seen enough. Gerald cast a fleeting glance her way, his voice icy, "You can get off now." "Well, I'll be off then. Bye, Uncle Gerald." With a click, Rosalynn opened the car door. She was about to get off, one of her slender, fair legs poised to move, but then she hesitated. A bold idea came to her mind: If I can latch onto Gerald, it'll be easier for me to take revenge on the Lambert family. To settle the blood feud, she could be unscrupulous. She turned back to Gerald, her expression now imbued with seductive allure, "Gerald, do you want more whiskey? You can come to my place."