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"Alcohol can cause trouble." A simple phrase, it was Titus Zane’s explanation and also her realization—had she not drunk too much that night, she and Nathan Moore would not have...
Wesley Foley slightly furrowed his handso brows, seeming not to understand, then suddenly smiled and nodded, lifting his hand and patting Titus Zane on the shoulder, "Good, quitting is good, it just so happens that I don’t like drinking either."
It was a very natural and intimate gesture. Linda cast a glance over, sending a covert warning signal, and Titus Zane got up, discreetly avoiding Wesley’s hand, "I’ll go to the restroom first."
In the restroom, Titus Zane lingered for a long ti before returning. Upon entering the private room, the scene before her startled her.
Wesley Foley, who could not hold his liquor, was actually competing in drinking with Linda. When she had left, they had just opened that bottle of red wine, but now, it was already the second one.
"Titus, co here." Seeing Titus Zane standing at the door, Wesley waved to her, his handso face carrying a smile, and his speech was tinted with inebriation.
Titus Zane glanced subtly at Linda, who feigned indifference and fiddled with her long hair, and then Titus walked back to her seat and sat down.
"Titus, I’m drunk again, help find a shelter."
Wesley had one hand on the back of Titus Zane’s chair and another on the table, turned to look at her, unlike his usual pallid drunken face, his cheek was quite flushed this ti, giving a reddened effect, and his slowly lifting eyelids seed heavy.
However, it was clear that even in his drunken state, his dependence and trust in Titus Zane were evident.
"Shall I take you back to the apartnt?"
Titus Zane asked indifferently, ignoring the gazes from across the table.
Wesley smiled faintly, lifted the hand resting on the table, picked up a strand of hair falling onto Titus Zane’s forehead and tucked it behind her ear, his smiling drunk face looking quite adorable.
"Yeah, you know best."
"Director Foley, shall we continue drinking?" Across the table, Linda asked out loud.
Wesley turned to look at Linda, "Yes, continue," Linda’s lips curled slightly as he continued, "Anyway, I have Titus to take back when I’m drunk."
Linda’s gaze darkened slightly, and then she smiled and said, "Yes, Director Foley really trusts Titus a lot."
"Mm," Wesley picked up the wine glass again, gazing at the red liquid inside and said to himself, "She is the most trustworthy person to , I know she won’t betray ."
Suddenly, Titus Zane turned her eyes towards Linda, and Linda also looked at her—their gazes t, both expressions visibly alert.
Whether Wesley did it intentionally or not, both won felt it wasn’t unintentional.
When leaving the restaurant, Wesley was completely drunk, leaning entirely on Titus Zane’s shoulder, and of course, Linda also helped, the two won supporting one man as they left the restaurant.
After stuffing Wesley into the car, Linda uninvitedly sat in the front passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt while saying, "Director Foley is heavily drunk, you alone might not be able to send him back, I’ll co with you."
Looking at the driver in the driver’s seat, Titus Zane didn’t refuse, besides, she had to obey Linda now and had no right to refuse.
"Titus, make so sobering soup when we get back, I feel terrible."
In the back seat, Wesley’s head rested on Titus Zane’s shoulder as he muttered with furrowed brows.
Looking at Linda through the rearview mirror, she maintained a cold expression as she looked straight ahead, showing little emotion.
"Okay."
"Titus, you are really nice." Another murmur, Wesley’s arm hanging from the seat wrapped around Titus Zane’s waist.
Titus Zane lifted her eyes to the rearview mirror, inadvertently eting Linda’s warning gaze.
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