Hazel, still swaying slightly from the effects of the wine, raised her head to meet the gaze of the man who had abruptly yanked her away.

To her tipsy senses, he appeared like a good-looking figure, and she greeted him with a casual.

"Hey."

The person who had forcefully intervened was none other than Francisco. He held Hazel in his arms, his eyes momentarily locking onto hers before shifting to Rafael, who stood a short distance away.

"Mr. Francisco, you shouldn’t ...