Chapter 1550


    In a bar in the capital, Harper picked up her phone to confirm the room number before pushing the door


    open.


    It was pitch ck inside, with no lights on and no curtains drawn. She couldn’t see anything clearly, but


    there was a strong smell of alcohol that was quite overwhelming.


    The staff member behind her helped her turn on the lights. “Preston is sleeping in there and we can’t


    wake him up. Can you please take him away?”


    After saying this, the staff member handed Harper a bill. “The total is 50,000 dors, could you please


    pay for him in advance?”


    Harper held her nose and took a nce at the bill. Preston always drank expensive alcohol, so this


    expense was not surprising.


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    After looking at it, she took out a card from her bag and handed it to the staff member. Then she turned


    around and walked into the private room, wearing high heels.


    A tall figure was lying on the sofa, with a suit jacket draped over his stomach. The cor of his white


    shirt was slightly open, revealing a se xy and alluring Adam’s apple, as well as


    well-defined corbones.


    The light reflected on Preston’s face, giving it a faint blush and making his already fair skin look even


    more radiant.


    Preston was already asleep at this point. His long eyshes were closed, casting a fan-shaped


    shadow under his eyelids, like a butterfly in rest, half in light and half in shadow. His thick hair was


    combed back, exposing his smooth forehead. Perhaps due to rolling around in his sleep, a few strands


    of hair fell down on both sides of his temple, giving him a messy and disheveled look.


    As Harper looked at Preston in this state, she remembered why she had been smitten by him in the


    first ce. She stared at him quietly for a while, then slowly crouched down and nudged his arm.


    “Wake up. I’m here to take you home.”


    The man who had drunk several bottles of wine seemed annoyed by the disturbance. He frowned,


    turned around, and faced the inside of the sofa. In his drowsiness, he grabbed a pillow and held it


    tightly in his arms, curling up like a pup who hadn’t grown up yet.


    Harper knew that when he got drunk and went crazy, he needed a deep sleep, and no one could wake


    him up.


    Helpless, Harper went out to find the staff members and paid them some money to vacate the private


    room so that Preston could sleep to his heart’s content.


    Sitting next to Preston, Harper picked up her phone and texted Taya, asking if Ss had agreed to


    Edith’s proposal. When she


    received a reply saying that Ss had already agreed, she sighed.


    She didn’t know how much time had passed when Preston’s hand moved, and his previously closed


    eyes struggled to open.


    In that moment of soberness, his brain felt like it was exploding, causing him intense pain.


    He furrowed his brows and uncontrobly pressed his fingers against his forehead.


    “Harper, my head hurts. Do you have any hangover medicine…?”