Right Person, Wrong Time novel Chapter 526

Chapter 526 Drinking

At 9.00PM, it was supposedly summer when one could wear short sleeves, but because of the bad weather, where it kept raining, one should still wear a coat at night.

Whitney arrived at the entrance of Twilight Club, a club that took up quite a large area. Various kinds of luxury cars and sports cars were parked at its entrance, and lots of young people were gathered there, chatting away happily.

Whitney had never been to such a place before. She had only heard of it in the past, so when she arrived, she felt a little helpless. She stood stiffly at the entrance and waited for almost half an hour before Douglas came over.

He could spot Whitney in front of the club at a glance because Whitney was a stark contrast to the people beside her. She wore a casual outfit, and she didn’t put on any makeup.

The poor girl merely stood without doing anything. Compared to those flirtatious women who were all decked out, she did look quite innocent. Douglas didn’t know what was wrong with him. When he saw Whitney looking so pure, he somehow felt dissatisfied inside.

He stepped forward and pulled her to a corner, then immediately began mocking her. “Why? You’re coming to a place like a club, but you didn’t dress up? You’re dressed so innocently. Are you going to toy with someone’s heart?”

Whitney frowned slightly, opening her mouth to retort, saying, “I always dress this way. Don’t look for trouble.”

Douglas chuckled, then reached out and held her cheeks between his two fingers. He slightly pinched her cheeks, leaving two marks on her tender skin.

“Whitney, remember your current position. I can always continue suing the Campbell Family.”

When Mr. Booth heard Douglas’ words, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Just as expected. Every man here is the same. Come, Mr. Lane, drink up.”

Douglas turned to glance at Whitney, then said, “I need to watch my health these days, so I can’t drink alcohol. She’ll drink in my stead.”

Mr. Booth was already eager for something when he saw Whitney’s shy and innocent behavior. When he heard Douglas say that, he more or less understood those words as he hastily smiled. “Yes, yes, you’re right, Mr. Lane. Since you’re in ill health, I’ll have this little beauty drink with me.”

Douglas turned up the corners of his mouth in a faint smile. He looked toward Whitney, and when he saw her still standing there, he said in dissatisfaction, “What are you doing just standing there? Come here, sit down, and drink with Mr. Booth.”

Whitney pursed her lips and took a seat, gritting her teeth. Her backside had just touched the seat when a glass was stuffed in her hands. The alcohol was a shade of brown, and it didn’t look like beer. Whitney was a heavyweight, but drinking wasn’t her hobby because alcohol didn’t taste too good, in her opinion.