The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 1168

Chapter 1168: Chapter 28: Gentle Kisses, Stirred Hearts, Pursuing Her (Part 3)

At this moment, Norton suddenly realized that he seemed to have different feelings towards her.

The events of last night were vivid in his mind, refusing to be forgotten.

Norton shook his head and once again walked over to the refrigerator.

He did not heed Sinai’s advice and opened a bottle of beer, finishing it quickly.

He wasn’t allergic to alcohol, just had lingering aftereffects from being an experiment subject.

Alchemists have always been crazy, and Dermont was no exception.

Dermont would feed him large amounts of white liquor while testing drugs.

His nerves were consequently damaged.

After breaking away from Dermont, Norton hadn’t touched alcohol since. Occasionally, he would open a bottle but only took a sip or two as a reminder of his unforgettable past.

This was his first time drinking in such a long time.

But after one bottle, the alcohol didn’t numb his brain; instead, his thoughts became even clearer.

That feeling breaking through the surface spread bit by bit from his heart, eventually occupying every cell.

Norton threw the beer bottle away.

With a "bang," the bottle rolled onto the floor and instantly shattered.

He stood silently by the window, watching the snowflakes fall.

Glass shards cut into his palm, and blood started to seep out, drop by drop.

He didn’t use any Sage’s power to protect himself.

As if feeling no pain, he just let the blood flow.

After a long, long time, Norton finally stood up.

Indeed, his mind was not clear.

The phone rang at that moment.

Norton glanced at it.

[Little Brat]: Let me tell you something, Rascal. I have passed Old Mr. Chuan’s test, and he agreed to my marriage with Yueyue, so next year when Yueyue turns twenty, I’m getting married.

[Little Brat]: I’m letting you know in advance (showing off a bit).

Norton’s expression was indifferent. He slowly typed a sentence.

[Overthinking it, maybe I’ll get married before you do. Want to bet?]

[Little Brat]: ?

Norton didn’t reply, his expression lazy.

Since he was already unclear, he didn’t mind letting his mind stay unclear.

But actually doing it might be a bit difficult.

This time, he could clearly sense Sinai’s detachment from him.

Norton narrowed his eyes, starting to think whether he had done something too extreme, causing her to distance herself.

[Little Brat]: Rascal, speak clearly! Hey! Do you have someone you like? Who? How old?!

[Little Brat]: Are you also robbing the cradle? No, wait, is there any other female around you besides a six-year-old girl? The boss doesn’t count; she’s not a woman when she’s ruthless.

Xize hadn’t sent the third message when a red exclamation mark popped up, reminding him he was deleted.

Xize: "..."

Damn!

He really is a rascal.

He’s going to kill him!

**

The events of Christmas Eve kept Sinai away from the villa for five consecutive days.

She deliberately avoided anything and everything related to Norton.

She even changed the subject when Charlotte wanted to talk about Norton University.

On December 29th, she was still buried in her work.

It wasn’t until Alfonso came to find her that Sinai remembered she had agreed to go to the new technology exhibition in country G with him.

This technology exhibition was hosted by several international scientific organizations, with many tech enthusiasts from other countries attending.

But for Sinai, there was nothing interesting about the exhibition.

She just needed a break.

She took off her lab coat and slightly nodded, "Let’s go."

Had she known she would meet Norton, she wouldn’t have come here for dinner.

Sinai’s face grew hotter.

She was only grateful that she never blushed; no one could tell anything.

"Hello, Mr. Leaangle." Alfonso greeted him, "We just ordered food. Would you like to join us?"

This was just a courtesy.

Anyone with a sense would not intrude.

Norton glanced at him but didn’t correct his wrong address, smiling, "Sure."

Finished speaking, he sat down boldly, right beside Sinai.

Alfonso’s expression stiffened, obviously not expecting Norton to play by his own rules.

But he didn’t mind too much.

This was Sinai’s family, and he would have to get along with them in the future, so it was a chance to show some presence and goodwill.

"What would Mr. Leaangle like to eat?" Alfonso called the waiter, "My treat."

"Anything." Norton no longer looked at Alfonso, merely gazing at Sinai, clicking his tongue.

Indeed avoiding him, not even wanting to look at him.

Sinai kept her head down, feeling the gaze locked on her.

Hot, scorching, with aggression and invasiveness.

She grew even more nervous.

Could it be that he really saw something?

Sinai could be sure she hadn’t let anything slip.

"I wonder where Mr. Leaangle is from?" Alfonso broke the silence, asked with a smile, "Could you tell me what it’s like there and what customs you have?"

Sinai spoke little; he asked three questions and only got a few words in reply.

He had to get information from her cousin.

Norton leaned back in his chair, glanced at Sinai, who was burying herself in eating, and suddenly spoke in a casual tone, "Hmm, where I’m from, according to the law, cousins can get married."

Silence fell over the air.