Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 184 A True Talk After Getting Drunk (1)

On second thought, Tim bought two meals in a restaurant on his way to the villa. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

It was not too late nor too early now, but he talked like a drunken man. It was not hard to suspect that he had been drinking since he left the company.

The man who could drink a lot had seldom met his opponent at a wine table. Was he intoxicated by himself now?

After pondering over it for a long while, Tim connected this matter with Consuela in the end.

Not long ago, he had consoled the depressed Consuela, but now he had to console the boss who was inexplicably hurt in love.

Tim sighed deeply and then stepped on the accelerator. The car also sped up. In the field of no jurisdiction, he was enjoying the morbid speed.

If it went on like this, he would be able to set up a radio station and act as an intimate brother to feed the others some chicken soup.

In fact, he only wanted to put a few bottles of poisonous chicken soup into his mouth so that he could cut him off and spend the rest of his life peacefully. However, he could only think about that.

When he arrived, the villa door at the hillside was opened. All the places in the villa he passing by were in a mess. He went upstairs. As soon as he opened the thick door, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

The man who called him over was sitting on the balcony at the moment. His long legs were crossed, and the posture looked strange and frightening.

Tim was so shocked that his heart jumped into his throat. He didn't know how many bottles of wine Richie had drunk and turned to him.

His black eyes were full of starlight, shining with unknown wetness, and he raised his red lips.

He said slightly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. You have to drink one glass of wine as a punishment."

It was uncertain whether he was drunk or not, because even if he lost his consciousness, his face would not show anything.

Tim raised his eyes to look at the man's face, only to feel calm. He did not know what was hidden in it.

"Fine, fine. I'll punish myself with one glass of wine, but you have to get down first." Waving his hand as a gesture of admitting defeat, Tim tried to coax Richie with a flattering smile.

No matter whether he was drunk or not, he was treating him like a child now. The man, who was sitting on the balcony when he heard his words, jumped off the balcony immediately and landed on the ground beside.

He pointed at the lunch box in Tim's hand, grinned and said, "You are the most considerate. You know I haven't eaten anything."

The man spoke clearly and didn't look like drunk at all, but Tim was sure that he was trying to hold out.

Richie would never be so gentle to him when he was sober. All he could do was giving him a look. Tim put the lunch boxes on the tea table and put them away.

Richie put down the wine glass, sat down on the sofa beside the tea table, opened the chopsticks and began to eat. The dishes were delicious, and the taste was a little bit cold because of the cold food.

But it wasn't hard for Richie to bear as he was not fussy about his food. He was eating happily.

Tim stood aside, feeling a little helpless. Finally, he lifted his leg to open a bottle of wine, watching the scarlet liquid flowing in the goblet.

"Red wine is not strong. You won't get drunk. There are also several bottles of spirits in the wine cabinet. You can take them by yourself." The man who was eating suddenly said.

After a pause, Tim stuffed the opening of the bottle with a wood, lifted the goblet and said with a smile, "I see."

He looked down at Richie. Somehow, he felt a little sad. It was just because of a woman that this arrogant man could put down his pride.

However, the woman didn't show any special features. If she had something special, it must be her belly.

After a few bites, Richie put down his chopsticks, stood up and picked up a glass next to him. He staggered to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of spirits for himself.

Tim did not want to stop him at all. When Richie raised the bottle to invite him, he did not refuse. He generously reached out his glass and let the person fill his glass with a smile.

Looking at the glass of wine that was almost overflowing, he sighed in his heart, "ah, you don't know how to refuse."

With his eyelashes trembling, Richie lifted his glass and gulped the wine down. The sight made the drunk man twitch.

The scorching wine burned his throat and poured all the way down to his stomach. He had not eaten anything before, so he was painful after drinking too much.

Although he tasted the food, he still felt terrible pain.

In order not to be noticed, he directly turned his back to Tim and drank on his own. The red moon on the sky was reflected in his dark eyes, rendering some desolation.

'What that woman looks like at home now?' he thought.

Watching him leave, Tim looked at his back, he let out a long sigh. Somehow, he inexplicably began to blame Consuela.

Although both of them were victims.

Looking at Richie who only drank and didn't talk, he felt a little flustered. He might as well fight with him. He would be able to wake up after he got hurt.

"Richie, let's have a fight." Tim took a deep breath and put the goblet on the counter.

Richie did not turn around. He only smiled and refused, "Why do you like to be mistreated so much? Today we are only drinking, not fighting."

The chuckle was like a cold stream at night, making Tim cool down.

Yes, he liked to ask for trouble, otherwise he wouldn't have come here. Unable to persuade this person, he could only give up his life to accompany the gentleman and drink together.

In the villa, after dinner, Consuela sat on the big sized bed with her eyes wide open, imagining where Richie would be.

But now she realized that she had no idea of the man. Except for the villa and the Ye's house and the company, she had no idea where he would go.

She picked up the phone, trying to control the embarrassment, and dialed a number, but failed. After staring at the phone for a long time, she just threw it far away.

Out of sight, out of mind. But it was useless. The more she escaped, the more she would woolgather.

On the bedside table, there was a group photo of Richie and Angie. She raised her hand and took the photo of them, trying to make herself give up. The longer she looked at it, the colder she felt.

"All right, don't fawn on each other first. If we can live a better life, then we can make do with it. If not..."

She paused and looked down at her raised belly covered by her pure cotton pajamas, smiling bitterly.