Chapter 30


    Chapter 30 A Drunkard


    The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome face in her line of sight.


    “Alva.”


    Alva was slightly startled. “Jackson.”


    Jackson got out of the car and took off his coat to drape it over her.


    “Get in the car.”


    Alva nodded.


    The two of them got into the car, and it quickly drove forward.


    As the car departed, a figure emerged from the balcony on the third floor of the hotel.


    With a phone in hand, dressed in a well-tailored suit, extraordinarily handsome.


    If it wasn’t Uriah, then who could it be?


    “Uriah, when are youing back?”


    “In an hour.”


    “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”


    The call ended, Uriah inserted his hands into his pockets,


    gazing into the endless night ahead.


    He squinted his eyes slightly, with an unfathomable depth in his gaze.


    The scenery outside the window swiftly passed by as Alva opened the window a bit, letting the wind


    blow in.


    Jackson turned to look at her. “What’s wrong?”


    She hadn’t said a word since getting into the car.


    Her emotions were off.


    Alva shook her head. “Jackson, why is it that people can only forget when they lose their memories?”


    It would be so much better if she could forget whenever she


    wanted to.


    That way, she wouldn’t feel the pain.


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    The air inside the car was calm. After a while, Jackson spoke, “Because losing one’s memories is like


    making a deal with the devil. You have to give up something in return for what you gain.”


    Alva’s lips curved, and the pain in her eyes disappeared as she turned to look at him. “Jackson, I didn’t


    expect you to be a storyteller either.”


    There was a red light ahead, and Jackson pressed the brake gently, looking at her tenderly and with


    concern. “Do you want to have a drink?”


    She was in a bad mood and needed to let it out.


    Otherwise, keeping it inside would only lead to trouble sooner


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    Alva paused for a moment and smiled. “Sure.”


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    “Just so you know, I’m not good with alcohol. If I go crazy from drinking, you’ll have to take


    responsibility.”


    “Alright.”


    The car was parked in the garage of a vi in Yoozy Bay.


    Both of them got out of the car, and Jackson smiled and said, “Are you afraid?”


    Alva looked confused and asked, “Afraid of what?”


    “Afraid of someone taking advantage of you.”


    Alva froze for a moment, then burst outughing.


    “You?” she pointed at Jackson, her smile radiant.


    Jackson nodded, his face serious. “Well, don’t I look like that kind of person?”


    “Of course not. I believe in you,” she said.


    Jackson sighed. “Well, you make it impossible for me to even think about it.”


    Alvaughed again.


    She had never been to Jackson’s house before, this was the first time, but as she had said, she trusted


    him.


    Unconditionally entrust him.


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    Jackson took out a bottle of rare wine from his collection at home, and two crystal sses.


    “My friend gave me this wine. He said it helps people rx and forget all their unhappiness.”


    “Is it that amazing?”


    “That’s what he said, but I’ve never tried it, so I don’t know.””


    He poured the wine into the sses.


    Alva watched as the red wine flowed into the crystal ss, looking unbelievably beautiful.


    In an instant, she thought of Uriah while holding a wine ss, looked noble, elegant, and sexy.


    All the words of praise were not enough for him.


    Jackson handed her the ss, and she took it, tilting her head back and finishing it in one gulp.


    Not thinking about him, not at all.


    Jackson was taken aback, then sat down beside her, sipping his own drink.


    She didn’t say anything, and he didn’t ask. Just being silently by her side was enough.


    After finishing her ss, Alva poured another, and she drank half of the bottle before long. Soon, she


    was lying on the sofa, her eyes zed from intoxication.


    She was drunk, her mind hazy.


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    Jackson sat down on the carpet, looking at her flushed face. “You’re drunk.”


    Alva lifted her eyelids slightly and nodded. “I’m drunk.”


    Most people who are drunk would deny it, but she admitted it openly, leaving him unsure if she was


    really drunk or just pretending.


    “I’ll help you go upstairs and rest.”


    Setting down his ss, he lifted her up in his arms.


    She didn’t fuss or make a scene, she was very well-behaved, even more so than usual.


    Jackson chuckled.


    She had said she would go crazy when she’s drunk.


    But soon, he froze.