It'll Come Naturally novel Chapter 1337

"What? Who... doesn't want to live?" Patricia shook her head and stared at Tom, confused. Shaking her head was a big mistake, because she was immediately overwhelmed by vertigo. She gripped the side of the car, hoping to stop the world from spinning.

"This is getting ridiculous. Don't drink and drive!" Tom snarled at her. He couldn't help it. He kept telling himself that he didn't care about her at all. But here he was, practically yelling at them not to drink and drive. Why was he driven to do this?

"Patricia, let's go." Sitting in the car for a long time, Michelle was getting impatient. So she decided to say something.

"Michelle, look at this guy! He looks like Tom, huh?" Though she was standing, Patricia wasn't stable at all, and almost fell down. Tom rushed to rescue her, and caught her before she hit the pavement. He regretted it, because he wanted nothing to do with her.

"Who? I can't see him clearly. I'll check him out," Michelle said and opened the door, trying to get out. But somehow, she almost tripped over the door. She caught herself, mercifully, before she fell. But she wasn't exactly light on her feet either.

They must have been talking about him while they were drinking. They didn't recognize him now, but they kept comparing his appearance to Tom. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. So was Patricia talking about him behind his back with her friend? And why?

"Ha ha! Maybe I'm wrong. Tom... Tom's a cold fish! He wouldn't talk to me, unlike this guy," Patricia said and laughed at her own joke, half-mockingly. She laughed, but her face looked sad.

"No, Patricia. It's really him!" Michelle tilted her head and studied Tom carefully. The longer she looked at him, the more she felt that this man was actually Tom.

"Really? Let me get a better look," Patricia said, and looked him up and down, staring at him carefully with drunken eyes. He certainly looked like Tom, handsome and charming.

"Where do you live? I'll call a taxi for you," Tom said in a cold tone. He was now thoroughly annoyed at the inane conversation, especially because it was about him.

"Live? Hee hee. Why should we tell you? What? You gonna follow us home?" Patricia smiled enchantingly, batting her eyelashes at Tom. At least she was drunk this time, so she was a little more mellow than she'd usually be.

"I'm not interested in you. So save it!" Tom pushed Patricia away angrily. As expected, Patricia fell down. She was drunk, and couldn't keep her balance.

"Ouch!" Patricia screamed in a low voice. She raised her eyes to look at Tom. Her expression was one of hurt. So he not only rejected her verbally, but now physically as well.

"Oh my god! You okay, Patricia?" Michelle asked in a concerned tone, staggering over to Patricia. She bent over, trying to help Patricia up. Unfortunately, she was also so drunk that both of them fell down.