After Being Poisoned, I Kissed the Wild CEO

This time, Liam shook his head, "No need, it's fine."

"Then ... I won't bother you anymore. I'll go now." I didn't dare look at him again and fled in a panic. He was the one who had 'betrayed' me, so why did I feel like the guilty one?

At 2 AM, I put on a wig and a hat, sneaking out quietly. Half an hour later, I was with my best friend, Beverly Clark, at the largest and liveliest bar in town.

Beverly opened two bottles of alcohol, slamming the table, "What? He actually has a woman he likes? Wasn't the rumor that he was untouched by worldly desires, cold and emotionless? He's been married to you for years without any reaction, so how did another woman suddenly appear?"

"I'm wondering the same thing. Could it be that because he has someone in his heart, he never looked at me?" I took a large gulp of alcohol, feeling frustrated.

"If he has someone he likes, why did he marry you?" Beverly's face twisted with anger.

I was angry too. Drunk, I stood up and started swaying with the bottle in my hand.

"Stop swaying! You're making me dizzy. Get a grip. Who are you? You're Tiffany, the princess of the Walsh Family! Don't you love watching handsome guys dance?" Beverly clapped her hands.

The next second, four or five handsome men lined up in front of me. "Miss Clark, what do you want us to dance to tonight?" one of the guys asked.

Beverly hesitated for a moment, "Three Person, she loves watching Three Person dance."

One of the guys whistled and the music in the bar changed. The four or five guys started swaying their hips, covering their faces with one hand and reaching toward me with the other.

I took turns linking hands with them. As the music kicked in, my inner dancer immediately came alive. I started swaying my hips along with them and soon Beverly joined in too.

Gradually, the entire bar caught on and everyone was dancing to 'Three Person' with us. The more I danced, the more excited I got. I pulled off my wig and placed it on one of the guys' heads. Then I grabbed my hat and put it on Beverly's head.

Beverly quickly tugged at me. "Hey, stop acting crazy! Did you forget you're a public figure?"

I didn't listen at all, waving my hands and lost in the dance.

"Someone's recording! No way, Tiffany, we have to leave now. Miss Walsh, Hannah will assassinate me tonight!" Beverly tapped my face.

But all I could see were the handsome guys' swaying waists in front of me and I dumbly said to them, "Keep dancing! I love watching! I ... I have money!"

***

"Look, is that Tiffany?"

"Her profile looks similar."

"No way. Even if she's just a washed-up celeb, she's still a small star. How dare she come clubbing in the middle of the night?"

"Probably trying to get attention. First, she tangled with the young priest and now she's dancing like crazy at a nightclub. Tomorrow, everyone will definitely know who Tiffany is."

I overheard the women behind me whispering, so I angrily turned around and glared at them.

"Mind your own business! Who dares to control me?" I pointed at them and shouted.

Beverly quickly grabbed my hand, "Miss Walsh, you'll regret this tomorrow."

"No, you will regret it! I ... I still want to dance ..." I muttered, started to dance again.

Just as I was really getting into it, someone suddenly picked me up. Through my daze, I heard everyone in the club collectively gasp, followed by the rapid sound of cameras clicking.

"L-Liam?" Beverly's eyes widened.

Liam nodded at her, "Sorry to trouble you. I'm here to take her home."

Beverly dumbly replied with an "Oh."

"Let me go! Put me down!" I yelled, drunk and flailing in his arms.

He ignored me completely, carrying me straight out of the club. I vaguely remember throwing a tantrum the whole way home, shouting and screaming until I was hoarse, like a dead dog.

Liam seemed to carry me into the bathroom and in my drunken state, I slammed him against the wall.

"Liam! Who exactly is that vixen you like? Is she ... is she prettier than me?" I huffed angrily.

Not to boast, but even though I was just a small-time actress, my face had always been my strong point. My haters had never been able to criticize my looks.

"She is," Liam said firmly, staring at me.

I pointed at him, about to explode, when suddenly, I felt nauseous. "Yuck!" I vomited all over him.

With a stony expression, Liam stripped off his shirt right in front of me. Seeing his perfect body, my legs turned to jelly.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch his abs, he scooped me up and dropped me into the bathtub filled with water. He averted his gaze as he quickly rinsed me off, then wrapped me in a large towel and pulled me out.

When our bodies touched, I paused. Because I could clearly feel that Liam seemed to be …