"Okay then, drink! I'll accompany you drinking, but with water," Wilson picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup of water.
Avery picked up the wine bottle and poured the wine into a glass.
After they clinked glasses, they downed their glasses.
Wilson looked at Avery drinking so generously, he was afraid that she was soon going to get drunk.
"Miss Tate, I know why you want to drink. It must be because of Elliot, right?" Wilson picked up the wine bottle and poured her a little wine.
From how full she filled her glass she would be out cold in less than three refills.
"What does this have to do with Elliot? All my pain was never because of him." Avery clutched the wine glass. She said croakily," Only when I'm with him will I feel happy. My pain is because people are trying to break us apart."
"It's Dean Jennings, right? That scum looks sly and hard to deal with." Wilson poured himself a cup of water, and continue drinking with her. "Miss Tate, I can't give you any good advice, after all, Elliot's life is still in their hands. If you want to get out of their control, you can only rely on yourself to come up with a way to extend Elliot's life.
"Hmm. Look at how clear-minded you are!" Avery smiled and clinked glasses with the bodyguard.
"What use is there being clear-minded? I can't help you much anyway." "I'm already very happy that you are drinking with me. I wanted to give Tammy a video call just now, but right now, I think about it, I don't want to disturb her. If she were to see me drinking, she would surely be worried to death."
"Miss Tate, drink up! Once you're drunk, you won't think that much anymore."
Wilson did not know how to console her. He only knew how to drink with her.
Two hours later, Wilson carried the drunk Avery home.
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