Seth’s throat went dry.
Logic told him to let go of her immediately. But his body had other ideas, refusing to release the warmth he’d been missing.
Noreen was truly drunk, her body feeling weak, but she was grateful someone was holding her up.
So she politely thanked the person supporting her.
“If you don’t mind, could you help me to the balcony? I need some fresh air,” Noreen said, rubbing her temples.
She hadn’t rested well the past few days in Glenhaven City, entertaining Castle.
Now, with the alcohol, her head was spinning uncomfortably.
“The cold air will only make your headache worse,” Seth said, deliberately lowering his voice.
Luckily, Noreen was distracted and, with her pounding head, didn’t recognize his voice.
“I’ll get you some honey water.”
With that, he guided Noreen toward an adjacent private room.
When Jude saw him bring her in, his jaw dropped.
He was about to say something, but Seth shot him a look.
Jude understood.
It was a signal for him to disappear.
So he tactfully excused himself, not wanting to be a third wheel.
The room was dimly lit. Noreen leaned against the sofa, closing her eyes to let the dizziness subside.
Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her eyelids.
It was a hot towel.
The towel’s heat significantly eased her dizziness, and she let out an unconscious sigh of relief.
No wonder Jennifer was so smitten with these male companions.
They really were quite considerate.
Just as Noreen started to feel a bit better, the man brought her a glass of honey lemon water and held it to her lips.
She sipped it through a straw, the small sips soothing the discomfort in her stomach. Once she felt better, she let go.
“Feeling better?”
She heard the man ask.
Even his voice was so much like Seth’s.
I must be really drunk, Noreen thought with a self-deprecating smile.
The room fell silent for a moment.
Noreen felt like a conversation killer and was debating whether to change the topic when the man spoke again.
He asked her, “Are you still not over your ex-boyfriend?”
Seth had wrestled with himself before finally asking the question.
He both longed for and feared her answer.
He even regretted asking the moment the words left his mouth, wanting to find an excuse to escape.
But Noreen’s answer came too quickly.
She seemed to have given it no thought at all.
“I got over him a long time ago.”
Noreen’s tone was light. “He and I are like two parallel lines now. We’ll never cross paths again.”
She held up her right hand, showing him the ring. “See? I’m engaged.”
…
In the morning, when Sophia brought Noreen a hangover cure, she found her in surprisingly good spirits, without the usual dizziness and discomfort of a hangover.

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