Chapter 185 A True Talk After Getting Drunk (2)


    She couldn''t stand the force from the very beginning. She had seen all kinds of conflicts and suspicions


    from the very beginning, and she had also been despised by Harry.


    She had gone through so many hardships and she didn''t want to give up. She really didn''t want herself


    to be looked down upon.


    Tears began rolling down her eyes, from which the transparent colorless liquid slid to the corner of her


    mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it carelessly. They tasted salty.


    Curling up like a baby was a sign ofck of security.


    At this moment, she really hoped that time could go back. She didn''t want to stay at home for Harry.


    She could go to any country or any other ces, either traveling or studying abroad.


    But all these had to be done in her imagination. She had almost lived a third of her life, and was almost


    destroyed by someone.


    Inside the vi halfway up the mountain, only two men were chatting while drinking. No, in fact, only


    Richie had been talking all the time.


    The words echoed in his mind. As Tim couldn''t hear what he was saying, he took a few steps closer to


    him. Then he was forced by Richie to drink some spirits. His throat was so painful that he could not feel


    his heartbeat.


    He got closer and heard the man murmuring. He was telling the story between him and Angie all the


    time. After getting drunk, there was excitement in his eyes that intoxicated him in the memory and he


    knew the end of the pain.


    "We were going to get married, and she was going to be the mistress of the Ye n... All because of...


    I was so disappointing at that time, and she... "


    Before he finished, he couldn''t speak aplete word. He choked with sobs, trying to adjust his breath


    and stop himself from being sad.


    Tim raised his goblet and gulped it down before he responded. The mysterious smile on his face was


    unfathomable.


    The man who indulged himself in memory could not extricate himself from the pain caused by the


    ident. He did not feel any emotion of the victim, but kept talking about his own feelings for that


    moment.


    Tim suddenly remembered what Cassie had told him. If a man was drunk and didn''t talk about his ex-


    girlfriend, his drinking would be in vain.


    At that time, he didn''t think there was anything wrong with it. Until now, the image of the man who


    always said he would never be drunk copsed, and he was stillpletely convinced after saying his


    ex-girlfriend.


    "What if I had a little sense of crisis or I had the ability to protect myself? Do you think that we would


    have a different ending?"


    With a ss of colorless and transparent wine in his hand, Richie turned around and saw a blurry


    figure of Tim. He looked like a shadow.


    "One, two, three... Well, Tim, when did you have three heads?" His big smile was still obstinate, which


    made Tim feel like his head was aching.


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    Tim rubbed his forehead and wanted to exin something to him. But he was drunk and he knew that


    what he said was no more than empty words.


    "You are drunk." Tim kept silent for a while before he replied in a low voice. Richie looked at him with


    burning eyes.


    There was no light in the empty room. All the lights were lit by the red moon above the sky. Half of the


    face was hidden in the shadow, and only the half exposed face was left without much expression.


    Richie felt boring, so he turned around and drank the wine. Then he leaned over and exhaled the smell


    of wine. "You haven''t answered my question yet."


    The question was so unexpected that Tim didn''t know how to answer it. For a moment, he wanted to


    ignore it.


    This man had already had a legal wife, and he was still so obsessed with his ex-girlfriend?


    After hesitating for a while, he voiced out his thoughts, "Richie, if Angie bes your wife, you won''t


    be able to meet Consu, your wife now."


    After saying that, he lowered his head to drink, unwilling to look at the man again.


    Richie wanted to take a few steps back, but he didn''t stand firm and almost fell on the carpet. Then he


    grabbed the curtain in time.


    After hended on the ground steadily, Tim put away the worried look on his face and looked up at the


    trouble maker again.


    When he was not drunk, he looked mature and steady, but when he was drunk he was almost as cold


    as a homeless man.


    "I think I know the answer." The first thing he said after he steadied himself was to answer what he had


    just said.


    With eyes half closed, his thin lips curved like a smile, and he seemed to refrain from crying. Tim had


    no idea what to do. Now he was totally confused.


    He was so worried about his boss after he got drunk. He really wanted to take him back to the vi and


    have his wife take good care of him.


    But he could only think about it in his heart. Looking at the injured side face of that person, he really


    wanted to do something for him. Maybe he was just not used to being arrogant all the time. He


    suddenly fell into the mire.


    "It was really painful for me to miss Angie, but I had to go." He had been pretending to be strong after


    Angie left, until he finally became strong, but the person he wanted to protect was already gone.


    So there was a certain change throughout him. It seemed that chemical medicine shed with each


    other and made a new species.


    The night wind blew his short hair into the air. He rubbed it gently and calmly, as if he was not a


    drunken man. He shook the goblet in his hand, and all the wine in it spilled out when he fell down.


    "Why don''t you drink? You have been waiting for me to get drunk, haven''t you?"


    Waving his hand, Tim said helplessly, "If both of us get drunk, we will have a hard time tomorrow."


    Perhaps feeling that his words were reasonable, Richie nodded without fully understanding. He walked


    very slowly and went to the counter that was filled with wine.


    Tim stood still, but his eyes followed his every movement. He was afraid that this muddled person


    would have an ident in the ce where he couldn''t see.


    The man, on the other hand, fortunately, tried to make a good showing. Apart from shaking his feet and


    blurring his eyes, everything else was pretty good. At least he opened the cork safely.


    The transparent liquid was poured on the table by him, but he didn''t pour any drop in the ss.


    Tim was so desperate that he filled a ss of wine for each of them. When he looked around the


    balcony, he suddenly stopped. He stepped forward and opened the curtain. Then he saw many empty


    bottles in the cab.


    When he looked back, there was only fear left in his eyes. It was a miracle that he didn''t get alcohol


    poisoning and lived healthy till now.


    "In fact, for Consu, I''ve been always..."