Let me go, Mr. Hill By Shallow South Chapter 1991
After topping up the alcohol, Eliza gulped down half the glass.
It seemed like she was taking the alcohol as plain water.
Chester glanced at the alcohol bottle and narrowed his gentle eyes.
Whiskey.
This woman sure could load herself with so much whiskey.
He reached out to seize the bottle away.
Eliza turned around to glance at the man, but she could not make out his face. For one, her surroundings were quite dim because she was wearing shades. Another reason was that she was very drunk, but her mind was clear.
She thought that the man had come to flirt with her, so she said directly, “If you’re planning to hit on me, get lost. I’m not available.”
Chester’s handsome face turned extremely grim at once. He had not been pestering her recently because of Charity. Was that why she had become more unscrupulous instead?
“Eliza, have I been showing you too much respect?” Chester put the bottle aside and dragged her off the stool with a long face.
Perhaps Chester had pulled too hard as she immediately fell forward. In the process, her shades dropped, revealing her red, misty eyes. Although there were no signs of her crying, there were tears in her eyes.
Chester fixed his eyes on her, and they began to darken. “In a bad mood?”
Eliza did not say a word. Although she could not identify the man’s face, she could somewhat recognize from the voice that he was Chester.
How unlucky of her to meet him when she was in a bad mood.
She pushed his hand away and bent over to pick up her shades.
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