‘Mr Cavanaugh, what’s the occasion? You’ve had so much to drink that you reek of alcohol,’ Timothy taunted, moving closer to Darya.
Micah’s heart burned with jealousy as he saw Timothy’s hand on Darya’s shoulder.
‘Ryan, please stop associating me with Mr Cavanaugh. It disgusts me,’ Darya said, not even bothering to look at Micah.
She twirled her wineglass and appeared more interested in checking out her own reflection in the glass than talking to Micah.
‘Darya, I—’ Micah began, wanting to express his remorse while he still had the courage to do so, but his phone interrupted him with a sudden ring.
Taking a deep breath, Micah picked up his phone, and upon seeing that it was Felicia, he reluctantly answered.
‘Micah! You’ve got to come! This is terrible! Regina was in a ca
