A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 2191

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2191

“I’m fine. I think I can’t handle white wine. Miss, get me a beer instead!” Joan’s voice slurred.

Has she lost her mind? She’s absolutely wasted! The restaurant owner shook her head disapprovingly.

“That’s enough now. It’s getting late, so you should hurry home and rest up,” the restaurant owner refused curtly.

“No! I don’t want to go home. I can’t let Lucius see me all wobbly and drunk like this. No, I’m not going back!” Joan then kicked her legs in a child-like tantrum.

“Oh? So you remember that you have a child at home, huh? I suppose you’re not completely irresponsible. But look how haphazard you look… Who on earth pissed you off to get you so drunk?” The restaurant owner grumbled as she excused herself out of the private room.

Meanwhile, Dustin remained by Joan’s side whilst patting soothingly on her back. Dustin couldn’t help but stare viciously into the space, knowing that someone had caused her so much pain.

This was the woman he loved dearly and wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he refused to stand by and watch as she experienced such humiliation.

“How are you feeling? Better?”

“Let’s get out of here. I’m too embarrassed to stay,” Joan murmured in between her hitched breathing.

How can someone drunk still care about trivial things like dignity and humiliation? She’s already made a huge fuss. What’s left for her to worry about? Dustin sighed to himself.

“Okay, where would you like to go?”

Joan snorted inwardly. Where else can I go? I obviously can’t go home, so a hotel is my only option for tonight.

“About that… can you drop me off at a hotel in the city? I was originally planning to look for Nancy tomorrow, so it’ll be convenient if you could. I can’t go home smelling like alcohol tonight,” Joan uttered nervously.

Oh? She must be decently sober if she can still think so logically, Dustin thought.

“Come on.” Dustin helped her onto her feet and led her out of the private room.

“Take care, okay?” the restaurant owner called out from behind.

Joan then turned around and bowed clumsily, apologizing for the ruckus she had caused earlier. She also cooed, “Shhh! Please don’t tell Ms. Young or Lucius about today! I can’t be a bad role model for my child.”