Is the Friend of a Friend a Stranger? - Chapter 44.1

At that time, Owen seemed to be soaking up this hedonistic atmosphere. Because of his gorgeous features and the ease he exuded, everyone seemed a little anxious to be liked by him.

And at the same time, Owen seemed to have recognized Sylvia at a glance as Heston’s friend. He often looked at where Sylvia was. Every time he looked at her, it seemed like he was always asking if she was still there, but Kali, the friend who was with her, said, ‘I think he’s interested in you,’ confusing her even more.

‘What do you mean, he’s interested? That’s ridiculous.’

‘Why is it ridiculous? You’re one of the few cute people here. Did you know? Guys all like cute girls. They don’t like girls with sharp eyes and drink a lot, like me.’

Her self-deprecating mindset only came out when she was drunk. Although she said she drank a lot, Sylvia knew that Kali couldn’t even drink two beers properly. Sylvia hastily stopped looking around for Sir Woss and reached out to stop Kali from having any more drinks. Kali was having a bit of a hard time letting go of her boyfriend, Masson, who she had a short relationship with.

‘See? He’s looking at you again.’

Kali, who had her drink taken away by Sylvia, was now almost burying her face behind her back, pointing at Owen again while speaking. Sylvia looked up as she heard Kali and made eye contact with Owen. Owen turned his head and started talking to his other friends as if he wasn’t interested.

Kali began muttering in a dismally low voice, perhaps because Owen’s behavior had overlapped with that of her boyfriend, Masson.

‘You know, Sylvie. When a guy is handsome but misleads you? Then that guy is either a crazy promiscuous man, or he is very interested in you. If he was born handsome, he must have suffered a lot, so he will never do anything to confuse others.’

Kali said that she was feeling nauseous and disappeared somewhere, while Sylvia remained there, still waiting for Lord Woss, moving to another place little by little when people pushed her.

Then, at some point, Owen suddenly spoke to her.

‘Will you pass me that bottle? Yeah, not the glass but the bottle. Please choose one that is as full as possible.’

At some point, she was standing near a table with bottles of wine.

Even if he spoke to her casually, she didn’t feel any discomfort. It was probably because of his clear diction and soft voice. Without realizing it, she weighed the bottle carefully and handed it to him. And it wasn’t until she came face to face with that gleaming smile that she realized it was the gleaming face she had promised she would never talk with until just now.

Sylvia thought that it was to have a drink with people.

She quickly wished that he would leave because the party was awkward. But instead of going back the way he had come, he sipped on the bottle and leaned against the wall she had declared as hers. His body movements were a little sluggish as if he was already a little drunk, but his face was fine, so she wasn’t sure if he was really drunk or not.

Why was he leaning there?

As she hesitated while thinking that, someone fully intoxicated pushed her from where she was standing blankly near the table, and Owen skillfully grabbed her as she stumbled and brought her to his side.

‘You’re Sylvia Appleton, right?’

He asked. Sylvia was surprised that he naturally knew her name, so she didn’t realize that his hand had withdrawn after being wrapped around her waist. Seeing that Sylvia’s eyes were opened wide, Owen gave a small smile and pointed his finger at him before introducing himself.

‘I’m Owen Sommers.’

He then took her hand, intertwined it with his own, and shook it a couple of times before letting it go. Sylvia was bewildered. Not because a stranger kept touching her like it was nothing, but because he introduced himself as Owen Sommers.

She never expected to meet the owner of that name like this here.

‘Owen is more loyal than anyone else.’

After going on a mission not long ago, Heston said that he had made a trustworthy friend. It was the first time in her life that Heston had judged someone like that, so Sylvia thought that he must be similar enough to him to be called a second Heston.

However, the person in front of her looked very far from what Heston had said. You can’t judge people based on their appearance, but you still can’t ignore the implications it gives you.

Owen Sommers, who was in front of her right now, honestly, did not seem like someone who would be entangled in the heavy words of loyalty or trust, as Heston had said.

Sylvia asked, making sure.

‘Are you Heston’s friend?’

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