A Crazy One-night Stand novel Chapter 74

Jayden was displeased with Wilson's words. "Say, Wilson, do you have to do this? Whenever you need help, I would do my best whenever you asked me to!" 

Wilson said in disdain, "I mean, don't give me such a lousy script next time." 

Bill was helping Rosie leave. When he heard Wilson's words, he laughed exaggeratedly.

Jayden glared at Wilson. "Alright, let's drink!"

Wilson clinked glasses with him and drank.

Seeing that Alina was still worried about Rosie, Wilson comforted him. "Don't worry. Bill is a gentleman. He won't do anything to her. "

Alina could only nod.

Wilson and Jayden emptied one glass after another.

Jayden declared as he drank, "Let's get drunk tonight."

Wilson nodded. "Sure, I'll sacrifice myself to accompany you tonight."  

Jayden didn't agree with Wilson's statement. "You're getting drunk because of me? You were the one who got married today and requested this barbecue, not me. Make this clear, I'm the one who's keeping you company!" 

"Well, thanks for your kindness. I'm feeling good today. Have another toast!"

"Cheers!"

...

One glass after another, one bottle after another. No one knew how much alcohol they had drunk.

Alina sat aside, feeling conscious of herself as if she was the only person left in the world. 

Moonlight shone down on the gazebo. The night breeze was chilly.  

Wilson was out cold as he sprawled on the table. He was obviously more drunk than Jayden.

Empty bottles were strewn all over the table and on the ground. 

"Scumbag, are you okay? How are you feeling?" Alina frowned and nudged Wilson, who was unconscious as he lay on the table.

She didn't expect that a stoic, emotionless person like him could drink so much alcohol and become this drunk. 

Jayden looked at Alina. He shook his head and tried to construct a sentence that made sense. "Alina, do you want to spend a night here with Wilson?" 

Alina shook her head. "I think we'd better go back to our apartment."

It would be more convenient to take care of him at the apartment, furthermore, their act as a couple might be easily exposed if they stayed here.

"Oh, yes! I understand. Mrs. Lee, get the car ready. Send Wilson and Alina home." All of a sudden, Jayden snickered as he remembered the conversation between Alina and Wilson about their plans for the night. 

Alina was speechless and looked towards the sky in dismay.

Fortunately, Jayden didn't say anything else. He and the driver carried Wilson to the car.

"Bye, Alina! Goodbye!" Jayden waved his hand at Alina in the car. Although he was not yet completely drunk, he was probably not far off. Jayden's body was swaying as the car drove away. 

Alina and Wilson were sent to the apartment.

Alina entered the passwords to the apartment entrance and the private elevator. Jayden's driver helped carry Wilson to the sofa and removed his shoes for him. After that, he took a throw from the sofa and covered Wilson with it. 

Alina invited the driver to stay and drink some water. However, he repeatedly refused and left the apartment immediately. 

The apartment suddenly became silent. 

Alina looked at Wilson, who was lying on the sofa unconscious. Her expression softened at the sight of him.  

The more she was exposed to his world, the more she understood his loneliness. 

At this moment, she observed him quietly.

His facial features were so well-defined.

Without the cold expression and formidable appearance, he looked like a handsome prince as he slept on the sofa. The aura he gave off was one of refinement and nobility. 

The warm yellow light from the crystal chandelier shone on his face. 

He frowned slightly and moved his body instinctively. His hand fell off the edge of the sofa. 

Alina looked at his hands and noticed his fingers were long and slender. 

She imagined him playing the piano with those long fingers of his. 

In her mind, it was a beautiful scene. 

A smile slowly spread across Alina's face. It wasn't her usual bright smile that used to hide her true feelings, but a soft smile that came from the bottom of her heart.