Chapter 1455: Getting Drunk
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Taylor furrowed her eyebrows and had a strong urge to hang up the phone. However, she was more sophisticated than that. "What do you want to explain?" she asked instead.
Truth be told, deep in her heart, she was really curious about the relationship between Louis and Janet.
"First of all, Louis and I are just friends. I hope you understand. Second, he is currently getting drunk at a bar."
"I see," Taylor murmured. "Thank you for your explanation." Taylor was also curious about why Louis was drinking at a bar but she decided not to ask. After all, there was no reason for her to ask such a question.
"Don't you want to know why he's getting himself drunk at some bar right now?"
"Why?" As soon as Taylor asked, the woman on the other side of the phone chuckled in amusement.
"Because of you, of course! Are you seriously that clueless?"
Taylor didn't say anything but Janet didn't mind her silence.
"The bar is full of different...kinds of people. I've been there several times." Janet paused on purpose; she wanted to hear Taylor's reaction before she continued. Taylor reacted the way Janet expected her to—by letting out a heavy sigh. "Aren't you worried that such a good-looking man like him would be taken away by someone once he gets really drunk?"
"What are you trying to say?" Taylor asked impatiently. However, she had already instinctively grabbed her car key.
"I'll send you the address."
Before Taylor could protest, Janet had already hung up the phone.
As she stared at the phone in her right hand and the car key on her left, she felt lost in thought.
"Well...". . . . . After a while, she let out a defeated sigh. Then, she changed her shoes and went out, her keys in her hand.
Despite the current situation, Louis was still her friend. She should take care of him so that he didn't get into trouble. After all, he had taken care of her many times before.
She blinked, not wanting to recall too many memories of the past. Once she thought of what had happened in the past, she couldn't help but feel softhearted.
Half an hour later, Taylor finally found Louis, who was squatting awkwardly at the side of the road. It was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind.
Seeing him like this, Taylor couldn't help but feel angry. She could see some women near him who seemed to be waiting for the right time to approach him. This made her even angrier. She couldn't wait to reproach him for his reckless behavior.
"Hey, can you still walk?" Taylor walked over and kicked Louis in the shin.
Cold, angry eyes immediately looked up at her. However, once he recognized her, the coldness immediately disappeared and his eyes turned soft. In fact, he suddenly looked excited upon seeing Taylor.
But be
r to finally break free from his grasp. She then tucked him in, quietly sorted the mess inside the room, closed the door, and then left.
When morning came, the bright little rays of sunlight started to seep from the curtain, shining on the face of the man lying peacefully on the bed.
The sun beamed directly into his eyes. Louis opened his sleepy eyes slightly as the light illuminated his face.
He sat up slowly and felt a light pounding in his head, probably the result of last night's drinking. For a quick moment, he felt as if all kinds of sounds in the room disappeared and he could near nothing, only silence. Suddenly, the memories of last night came back to him. Louis blinked rapidly, suddenly coming back to his senses.
He could feel a terrible headache about to come. He really regretted drinking so much last night.
He observed his room and realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A bag beside the bed caught his attention. There was also a note underneath it.
"Try not to drink so much next time. Have some porridge to warm your stomach," he read the note out loud. The note was signed by Taylor.
Next to him was a bowl of porridge. Louis gently reached out to touch it. It was still warm. Last night's memories invaded his mind. He suddenly remembered everything, including what Taylor had told him while he was drunk.
He picked up the bowl of porridge and gently rubbed the plastic container with his fingers. It seemed that Taylor had only left a little while ago.
As he stared at the bowl of warm porridge in his hands, Louis didn't really know how to describe what he was feeling. The fact that had she made the effort to bring him the porridge made him feel warm inside, but a part of him was still disappointed.
After all, he had still woken up without her by his side. . . . . .
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Taylor furrowed her eyebrows and had a strong urge to hang up the phone. However, she was more sophisticated than that. "What do you want to explain?" she asked instead.
Truth be told, deep in her heart, she was really curious about the relationship between Louis and Janet.
"First of all, Louis and I are just friends. I hope you understand. Second, he is currently getting drunk at a bar."
"I see," Taylor murmured. "Thank you for your explanation." Taylor was also curious about why Louis was drinking at a bar but she decided not to ask. After all, there was no reason for her to ask such a question.
"Don't you want to know why he's getting himself drunk at some bar right now?"
"Why?" As soon as Taylor asked, the woman on the other side of the phone chuckled in amusement.
"Because of you, of course! Are you seriously that clueless?"
Taylor didn't say anything but Janet didn't mind her silence.
"The bar is full of different...kinds of people. I've been there several times." Janet paused on purpose; she wanted to hear Taylor's reaction before she continued. Taylor reacted the way Janet expected her to—by letting out a heavy sigh. "Aren't you worried that such a good-looking man like him would be taken away by someone once he gets really drunk?"
"What are you trying to say?" Taylor asked impatiently. However, she had already instinctively grabbed her car key.
"I'll send you the address."
Before Taylor could protest, Janet had already hung up the phone.
As she stared at the phone in her right hand and the car key on her left, she felt lost in thought.
"Well...". . . . . After a while, she let out a defeated sigh. Then, she changed her shoes and went out, her keys in her hand.
Despite the current situation, Louis was still her friend. She should take care of him so that he didn't get into trouble. After all, he had taken care of her many times before.
She blinked, not wanting to recall too many memories of the past. Once she thought of what had happened in the past, she couldn't help but feel softhearted.
Half an hour later, Taylor finally found Louis, who was squatting awkwardly at the side of the road. It was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind.
Seeing him like this, Taylor couldn't help but feel angry. She could see some women near him who seemed to be waiting for the right time to approach him. This made her even angrier. She couldn't wait to reproach him for his reckless behavior.
"Hey, can you still walk?" Taylor walked over and kicked Louis in the shin.
Cold, angry eyes immediately looked up at her. However, once he recognized her, the coldness immediately disappeared and his eyes turned soft. In fact, he suddenly looked excited upon seeing Taylor.
But be
r to finally break free from his grasp. She then tucked him in, quietly sorted the mess inside the room, closed the door, and then left.
When morning came, the bright little rays of sunlight started to seep from the curtain, shining on the face of the man lying peacefully on the bed.
The sun beamed directly into his eyes. Louis opened his sleepy eyes slightly as the light illuminated his face.
He sat up slowly and felt a light pounding in his head, probably the result of last night's drinking. For a quick moment, he felt as if all kinds of sounds in the room disappeared and he could near nothing, only silence. Suddenly, the memories of last night came back to him. Louis blinked rapidly, suddenly coming back to his senses.
He could feel a terrible headache about to come. He really regretted drinking so much last night.
He observed his room and realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A bag beside the bed caught his attention. There was also a note underneath it.
"Try not to drink so much next time. Have some porridge to warm your stomach," he read the note out loud. The note was signed by Taylor.
Next to him was a bowl of porridge. Louis gently reached out to touch it. It was still warm. Last night's memories invaded his mind. He suddenly remembered everything, including what Taylor had told him while he was drunk.
He picked up the bowl of porridge and gently rubbed the plastic container with his fingers. It seemed that Taylor had only left a little while ago.
As he stared at the bowl of warm porridge in his hands, Louis didn't really know how to describe what he was feeling. The fact that had she made the effort to bring him the porridge made him feel warm inside, but a part of him was still disappointed.
After all, he had still woken up without her by his side. . . . . .
Taylor furrowed her eyebrows and had a strong urge to hang up the phone. However, she was more sophisticated than that. "What do you want to explain?" she asked instead. Truth be told, deep in her heart, she was really curious about the relationship between Louis and Janet. "First of all, Louis and I are just friends. I hope you understand. Second, he is currently getting drunk at a bar.""I see," Taylor murmured. "Thank you for your explanation." Taylor was also curious about why Louis was drinking at a bar but she decided not to ask. After all, there was no reason for her to ask such a question. "Don't you want to know why he's getting himself drunk at some bar right now?""Why?" As soon as Taylor asked, the woman on the other side of the phone chuckled in amusement. "Because of you, of course! Are you seriously that clueless?"Taylor didn't say anything but Janet didn't mind her silence. "The bar is full of different...kinds of people. I've been there several times." Janet paused on purpose; she wanted to hear Taylor's reaction before she continued. Taylor reacted the way Janet expected her toby letting out a heavy sigh. "Aren't you worried that such a good-looking man like him would be taken away by someone once he gets really drunk?""What are you trying to say?" Taylor asked impatiently. However, she had already instinctively grabbed her car key. "I'll send you the address."Before Taylor could protest, Janet had already hung up the phone. As she stared at the phone in her right hand and the car key on her left, she felt lost in thought. "Well...". . . . . After a while, she let out a defeated sigh. Then, she changed her shoes and went out, her keys in her hand. Despite the current situation, Louis was still her friend. She should take care of him so that he didn't get into trouble. After all, he had taken care of her many times before. She blinked, not wanting to recall too many memories of the past. Once she thought of what had happened in the past, she couldn't help but feel softhearted. Half an hour later, Taylor finally found Louis, who was squatting awkwardly at the side of the road. It was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind. Seeing him like this, Taylor couldn't help but feel angry. She could see some women near him who seemed to be waiting for the right time to approach him. This made her even angrier. She couldn't wait to reproach him for his reckless behavior. "Hey, can you still walk?" Taylor walked over and kicked Louis in the shin. Cold, angry eyes immediately looked up at her. However, once he recognized her, the coldness immediately disappeared and his eyes turned soft. In fact, he suddenly looked excited upon seeing Taylor. But ber to finally break free from his grasp. She then tucked him in, quietly sorted the mess inside the room, closed the door, and then left. When morning came, the bright little rays of sunlight started to seep from the curtain, shining on the face of the man lying peacefully on the bed. The sun beamed directly into his eyes. Louis opened his sleepy eyes slightly as the light illuminated his face. He sat up slowly and felt a light pounding in his head, probably the result of last night's drinking. For a quick moment, he felt as if all kinds of sounds in the room disappeared and he could near nothing, only silence. Suddenly, the memories of last night came back to him. Louis blinked rapidly, suddenly coming back to his senses. He could feel a terrible headache about to come. He really regretted drinking so much last night. He observed his room and realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A bag beside the bed caught his attention. There was also a note underneath it. "Try not to drink so much next time. Have some porridge to warm your stomach," he read the note out loud. The note was signed by Taylor. Next to him was a bowl of porridge. Louis gently reached out to touch it. It was still warm. Last night's memories invaded his mind. He suddenly remembered everything, including what Taylor had told him while he was drunk. He picked up the bowl of porridge and gently rubbed the plastic container with his fingers. It seemed that Taylor had only left a little while ago. As he stared at the bowl of warm porridge in his hands, Louis didn't really know how to describe what he was feeling. The fact that had she made the effort to bring him the porridge made him feel warm inside, but a part of him was still disappointed. After all, he had still woken up without her by his side. . . . . .
