The Lucky Wife (Jay ares and Rose) novel Chapter 1327

Carson fetched two bottles of white wine, tossed one to Cole, and said, "I’ll sacrifice myself to get drunk with you today.”

Cole took the white wine. When he saw the small bottle of clear liquid, he frowned. "Why did you bring such a tiny bottle?"

Carson said, "You’ve never drunk alcohol before, Young Master. You should probably take it easy because this is your first time drinking."

Cole roared angrily. "The two old fools drink wine like they’re drinking plain water. I’m the direct line of descendant, so I’m pretty sure I inherited their high alcohol tolerance.”

Although he complained about the tiny amount of wine given to him, he still opened the bottle and tilted his head back to pour the wine down his throat.

Carson stared at his young master in a daze. "Wine has to be savored slowly, Young Master. You’ll only be wasting good wine if you drink like that.”

After finishing a bottle of wine, Cole could feel a ball of heat spreading throughout his entire body. "This stuff sure is great for warming the body up.”

Cole stood up. "I’ll go and drink in the wine cellar."

After taking just a few steps, he started staggering.

Carson looked at the wobbly Cole and hurried to follow him.

"I think you’re drunk, Young Master.”

"Nonsense. I’m more than sober right now.”

Alcohol numbed the senses. The thoughts that he so desperately tried to get rid of had only grown more lucid. The low and depressing emotions that he tried so hard to suppress were now gushing out like a dam that had burst.

After taking a few steps, Cole suddenly collapsed to the ground and called out weakly, "Angeline.

"Why do you like him out of so many people? Why?

"I can be enemies with any man in the world but not him."

‘He’s my cousin!’

"I have to return you to him, Angeline.

“You’re drunk, Young Master."

"I'm not drunk. Take me there!" Cole roared angrily.

"Okay, okay."

‘You’d better not regret it.’

Soon after that, Carson carried Cole to Black Widow's house.

Cole looked at the bare olive tree at the door and started sniggering like a fool. "Spencer was right, her olive tree has turned leafless and bald indeed.”

The look on Carson’s face at this moment was impossible to describe.

In order to make Young Master attend these matchmaking appointments, Old Master Yorks had always made out the candidates to be women who were hopelessly infatuated with him, hoping that it would move him.