Chapter 920 Tighter
One drink follows another.
Sitting amidst the noise, Natalie was drinking quietly while trying to suppress the longing she felt for Samuel.
It isn’t fair. Why is he allowed to discuss marriage with Luna in Greenview while I’m stuck here thinking of him?
When she recalled how Samuel risked his life repeatedly for her and all the sacrifices he had made, she realized that the harder she tried to forget, the more vivid those memories became.
“That jerk… This pisses me off!” Natalie mumbled with her eyes narrowed.
After finishing her drink, she ordered three more with a wave of her dainty hand.
Noticing how pretty Natalie was and the fact that she had drunk her cheeks red, the stall vendor reminded her, “Miss, you look a little tipsy. Do you want to tone down on the alcohol?”
“No.” Natalie looked up and flailed her hand. “I’m not drunk.”
Upon hearing her answer, the vendor had no choice but to serve her another three beers.
Once she downed them all, Natalie felt the alcohol’s effect kick in. She then sprawled on the table before drifting into sleep.
Meanwhile, Samuel, who was observing her close by, took off his mask once he was certain that she was knocked out. He proceeded to settle the bill on her behalf before carrying her on his back.
While he was doing so, his actions jolted her awake. After stretching herself subconsciously, she snorted to express her displeasure.
Nonetheless, the familiar warmth and scent of Samuel’s body prevented her from fully waking up. As he gave her a piggyback ride, her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.
Just like that, he carried her into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
Jesper, seated in the driver’s seat, threw both of them a glance. No longer surprised by the sight, he routinely wound up the screen in between the two sections to give them their privacy.
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