My Heart only Beats for You (Natalie Godfrey) novel Chapter 1911

Tremaine looked at Spencer with a faint smile on his face. "Spencer, whether it's a wise move or not isn't determined by others. This is my marriage. I know very well what kind of wedding I want. Whether it's good or bad is also my problem."

Spencer raised his glass again and said, "Alright, then. Cheers."

Tremaine and Spencer continued drinking.

Soon, Spencer began to become drunk.

His face was flushed.

A streak of light flashed across Tremaine's eyes, and soon disappeared. His eyes appeared to conceal all of his emotions.

He knew it very well.

Spencer would never get drunk so quickly.

As a president, one had to be able to hold their liquor.

He was afraid that Spencer was going to pretend to speak under the influence!

Sure enough, Spencer put down his glass.

He waved his hand and said, "Mr. Quartley, I can't.

I can't drink anymore."

Tremaine said, "Well, Mr. Cohen, I'll send someone to see you off now."

"Fine, fine, fine." Spencer stood up as soon as he finished speaking.

However, he sat down again like he was totally drunk.

Spencer faced Tremaine with his eyes full of alcohol. "Mr. Quartley, I think you should reconsider. I really want to forge an alliance with Nashaland, and I also want to marry off my precious daughter to you so that Nashaland and Megeland may be united. You have to know my daughter's very outstanding. Once you have her, you'll have killed two birds with one stone. Mr. Quartley, why don't you want that?"

Tremaine said flatly, "Mr. Cohen, I know Navidia's very outstanding. Any man who marries her must be very lucky. Unfortunately, Mr. Cohen, I already have someone in my heart. In my opinion, my marriage will definitely not be for political purposes."

Spencer chuckled.

Tremaine had already said it. He didn't need to spout any more nonsense. Spencer's gaze sharpened. "Mr. Quartley, you should know why Navidia and I came to Nashaland. Not only you do, but also many others. If Navidia and I go back like this, we'll be a laughingstock. I have such a beautiful daughter and we took the initiative to come over, only to suffer a rejection by Nashaland. Mr. Quartley, how difficult will it be for me to tolerate being a joke?"

Tremaine had long expected that Spencer would say that.

He said right away, "Mr. Cohen, this is no big deal. When the time comes, you'll announce that I'm not to Princess Navidia's liking. You should also know I don't care about what the world thinks about me."

Spencer didn't say anything.

Tremaine's words made Spencer feel like he had swallowed a fish bone. It was hard for Spencer to take in.

What he had said was beyond Spencer's anticipation. For a moment, Spencer didn't know how to respond. After a while, Spencer suddenly laughed.

He patted his head and said, "Mr. Quartley, what did I just say to you? I must've forgotten. Look at me. I forget common sense when I'm drunk."

Tremaine also stood up.

His smile was uniquely profound. "Mr. Cohen, what a coincidence! I forgot too. Look at me. I drank too much as well."

Spencer burst out laughing again.

He said, "Since we've drunk too much, we should go back and rest, or else we'll say something we shouldn't have."

A car was arranged to pick up Spencer and send him back home.

Before getting into the car, Spencer said to Tremaine, "Mr. Quartley, I've a habit of talking nonsense as soon as I get drunk. I don't know if you have the same habit with me."