Who knew it would backfire? Not only did this guy not back off and distance himself from her, he actually got even more domineering. Luckily she knew a bit of self-defense, otherwise she wouldn’t even know how to deal with him!

The party went on all the way till the early hours of the morning.

Eva Nightingale came out of the restroom, feeling a faint discomfort in her lower abdomen, kind of like period cramps. Don’t tell her this was... a pregnancy symptom?!

While she was lost in thought.

She was suddenly pinned down by a pair of big hands and shoved against the wall of the luxurious corridor.

The man braced his hands on either side of her, boxing her in, forcing her to look straight at him.

Eva Nightingale: "!!!"

This pose, is he freaking serious!

The strong smell of alcohol in his breath made Eva Nightingale clearly realize that he was drunk!

If he weren’t drunk, she...

As she was thinking this, he suddenly leaned down heavily toward her, his sexy lips seemingly about to press against her face. Eva Nightingale jerked her head to the side with all her might, and his lips landed directly on the wall.

"Sebastian Yansford, you... what the hell are you doing!"

"You’re drunk! I’ll call Jasmine Green to come pick you up."

"Don’t move!" Sebastian Yansford took the chance to pull her into his arms, circling her with both hands so that Eva Nightingale couldn’t move at all.

He said coldly, "Do you know how much effort I’ve put into you?"

"From when you were little, all the way till you turned eighteen. I watched you grow up. Do you know what kind of love I have for you?" He held her tighter and tighter, maybe because the vodka and red wine had gone to his head, he spoke without restraint. "Do you know how much I love you..."

Eva Nightingale: "???"

The man kept talking, "Eva. If there were no Lucas Knight, no Liam Coldwell, would you notice more of what’s good about me? Or do I also have to be this proactive... just as proactive as they are, to have more chances to get close to you?"

Eva Nightingale let out an awkward little laugh, "You’re drunk, little uncle! You’re my family, you’re not the same as them. You can see me every day, you can be around me every day, can’t you?"

Eva Nightingale honestly couldn’t figure out what he was even talking about!

She’d always thought Sebastian Yansford was gay, that he liked men, so she never thought too much about it.

Instead, she said, "Little uncle, I heard from Jasmine Green that you’ve got a man you like, so... Mom might not approve, but I support you!"

"Shut up." He was uncharacteristically domineering, cutting her off mid-sentence, leaving her speechless.

Eva Nightingale: "...How did this suddenly become my fault!"

Sebastian Yansford: "It’s not you, it’s me."

Eva Nightingale: "No, no, no... let go of me!" She was planning to ignore him for a while. Because she was really pissed, okay?

"Mm." He paused for a second, then released her.

Eva Nightingale straightened her long hair, lifted the hem of her gown with both hands, and walked out.

Sebastian Yansford watched her back as she left.

As soon as she stepped out, Eliana Beckett came over and grabbed Eva Nightingale’s hand. "Baby, tonight you take President Liam back to the castle with you. I’ve already had someone arrange a place for him, right next door to your room!"

After all, the Beckett and Coldwell families had been close for a hundred years. Since he was currently the big-shot President, they absolutely couldn’t slight him!

Eva Nightingale: "Mom, are you serious?"

Eliana Beckett: "What kind of thing is that to say! I’ve already had Jasmine Green drive the car around and wait downstairs. Eva, when you go back, just bring President Liam along with you, okay?"

It’s not like she was making them sleep in the same room!

"Mm, fine." Eva Nightingale agreed reluctantly.

Because her lower abdomen was feeling uncomfortable, she planned to head back now.