Meanwhile, Leon was displeased with Heather’s words. She was obviously daring him to drink, for her words reminded him of the humiliation he felt back when he tried to make Heather drunk. In the end, he was the one who got drunk instead. “One should be seen in a new light after days of separation.” His command of English was extraordinarily good.
“You’ll never drink me under the table.” While holding the bottle of brandy in her hand, Heather directly sat down across from Leon with a coffee table between them. For some reason, she looked cute while sitting on the stool, but no matter how cute she looked, no amount of that cuteness could hold out against the intimidating aura she gave off.
“Get some ice,” Leon said to her.
“It’s cold enough; it’s been in the fridge the whole time.” Heather looked at Leon coldly with a provocative look in her eyes. As someone who found Heather’s intimidating appearance cute during such a moment, Leon was a typical example of a person unafraid of death.
“Are you going to drink Louis XII cognac directly like this?” Leon asked while picking up the bottle of cognac. Upon looking at the bottle, Leon was rendered speechless. This 20-year-old cognac could potentially kill someone if it’s consumed directly, he thought to himself.
“I’ll drink it myself if you don’t dare to.” Heather looked down on Leon right away and snatched the cognac from him directly. The last time she had a good time drinking was the time she had a drink with Matthias, whom she lost to when it came to drinking. Come to think of it, it was laughable that Heather, who had a competitive streak, lost to Matthias in many aspects.
Leon braced himself and looked at Heather. Seeing how thin and frail she looked, he snatched her glass in resignation. “Since you want to, let’s just drink together.” There was nothing that Leon wasn’t afraid of doing. Furthermore, he was unwilling to be looked down upon by Heather.
Heather’s mouth curved into a meaningful smile. She knew that Leon couldn’t stand it whenever she challenged him to a dare. Moreover, drinking was a pretty good way to vent one’s emotions when they had a lot on their mind.
In reality, Leon didn’t like drinking with Heather. No one would keep drinking in silence without a word, and it was rather boring to drink for the sake of getting drunk. At this moment, Heather wore a poker face without even bothering to say a single word, and this caused Leon to be in no mood for drinking at all. He wondered who had offended her, though.
“Are you hungry?” Leon evaded the subject. Most of what they ate over dinner had been digested by now, so they would probably burn their stomachs if they kept on drinking like this. Leon looked at Heather with a helpless expression while thinking to himself, Sometimes, Heather is even manlier than a man. Can’t this woman take care of her own health?
“No, I’m not.” Heather’s answer wasn’t surprising at all.
“I’m hungry. I want to order takeout.” Leon picked up his cell phone directly to check if there were any food delivery options nearby.
“Do you think that there’d be any takeout services in this desolate place?” Heather stopped what she was doing and looked at Leon as if she was looking at a retard. She was sometimes both amused and annoyed by Leon, for he was practically incapable of living. Come to think of it, this apartment is indeed very much out of the way. Leon is such an active person; I wonder if he’ll feel depressed while staying here.
“Are you sure it’s really fine for you to settle me here, Heather? You’re even telling me that this place is desolate,” Leon asked in displeasure. Heather had stopped drinking, but the sight of her drinking cognac like she was downing water caused the corners of his eye to twitch rapidly.
“You can buy some books and read them here. This place is quiet.” Heather played with the wine glass in her hand. Since she had drunk a fair amount of alcohol, even the tips of her brows were tinged with charm.
Leon even felt his throat burning as Heather’s seductively charming face swam before his eyes. He gawked at her face; it was within his reach, but he felt that it was as far away from him as the remotest corner on earth. As his outstretched hand froze in midair, he gave a smile of resignation. “Reading? Just give me a break.” He knew without thinking what kind of books Heather would recommend him, and he had no interest in reading them at all.
“What about your takeout?” Heather raised her eyebrows at Leon. She smelled strongly of alcohol, but she also gave off an inexplicably alluring scent.
Thinking that he had gotten somewhat drunk, Leon slapped his head. He wondered why Heather looked so pretty before his eyes, for the sight of her devastatingly gorgeous face made him itch unbearably. “I’ll just cook something on my own.” As he tried to conceal his innermost thoughts, he shook his head while looking at Heather with a disdainful expression.
“No! We’ll be victims of food poisoning,” Heather objected as she recalled the pasta Leon had made for her back then. The pasta tasted so awful that she wondered how someone could be such a terrible cook. At that time, she thought that Leon was deliberately playing a prank on her. It never occurred to her how hard Leon had worked to make the plate of pasta, but the pasta tasted so awful that it almost made her cry.
“Don’t drink on an empty stomach ever again. Do you want to have a perforated stomach?” Leon asked fiercely while snatching the wine glass from Heather.
Heather stood up and came to Leon’s side directly. As they sat side by side at a close distance from each other, Leon grew increasingly nervous. Meanwhile, Heather noticed all the subtle changes in his expression as they were only inches away from each other.
“Sometimes, I don’t even know what on earth I’m doing. Everyone seems to think that I must achieve something.” Heather spoke in a childlike tone as her face took on a confused expression.
“You aren’t drunk right now, are you?” Leon was somewhat worried, for he had never seen Heather behaving this way. He had never thought about how to deal with her when she was drunk.
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