"Cherish, I didn't expect you to be such a good drinker." Harris exclaimed, "Why don't we drink together?"
Cherish Turner chuckled, "I can only have one drink."
Everyone had to work the next day, so they didn't stay out too late. After singing for a while, everyone went home.
Cherish felt somewhat headache, probably because she had been drinking. She wanted to take a walk and get some fresh air, so she said goodbye to her colleagues and left alone. As she walked down the street, a warm breeze hit her face, making her feel uncomfortable and dizzy. She didn't know that a car was slowly following her from behind.
Cherish leaned against a pole, clutching her chest.
"Did you drink?" A deep male voice suddenly sounded from behind, Cherish's back stiffened. She looked back and saw that evilly charming face, with sharp features and so cold that it broke her heart.