Chapter 13


    Chapter 13 She’s Not That Kind of Girls Who Sell Their Bodies


    Amelia thought that Kevin was familiar with James, but she didn’t expect that it was Paul who had


    introduced them.


    It seemed that Kevin’s n wasn’t just to take her to meet a few friends. He also wanted to get a


    project from James.


    However, she wasn’t too worried since discussing the project would take some time, and she still had a


    chance to figure out how to get away. With this in mind, Amelia’s tensed body began to rx


    But as she breathed a sigh of relief, Kevin suddenly raised his chin and said to her, “Drink it.”


    She couldn’t y du mb anymore. So she picked up her ss and drank it with one gulp.


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    Amelia seldom drank alcohol. James didn’t like the smell of alcohol, so she did not drink at all.


    Amelia choked on a ss of strong alcohol, tears streaming down her face. Kevin saw she was


    choking, and held her in his arms, patting her back to help her breathe.


    James’s cold gaze fell on the hand that was holding Amelia..


    Through her teary eyes, Amelia seemed to sense James’ killing intent in his eyes.


    But when she looked again, she found nothing in his eyes except indifference and alienation.


    Ameliaughed at herself for expecting more from James, who only saw her as a substitute and never


    took her seriously.


    Seeing Amelia calm down, Kevin hugged her and exined to Paul, “She’s not that kind of girl who


    sells body, that’s why she doesn’t know how to drink. Please forgive her.”


    Paul smiled and didn’t say anything, but the woman next to him suddenly became angry. “Mr. Harris,


    what do you mean by


    that?”


    Kevin raised his eyebrows and said mildly, “Ma’am, I wasn’t talking about you. Why are you so worked


    up?”


    The woman exploded in an instant. “I’m so much younger than you. How can you call me Ma’am?”


    “You may be younger than me, but you look older than me. If I don’t call you Ma’am, what else can I


    call you?”


    “You…”


    The woman was retorted into silence. She stomped her foot and turned around, pulling at Paul’s sleeve


    and acting cute.


    “Paul, look at him. How would he do such mean things to me?