She really went to see Oliver Johnson, and Sophie Smith couldn’t relax, so she had Luke Land follow.
Eva Miller pulled Oliver Johnson to the bar, and they drank a lot.
Suddenly, she had an unreliable but worth-trying idea in her mind.
"Stop drinking..." Oliver Johnson grabbed the glass from Eva Miller’s hand. If she continued drinking, she probably would get so drunk she’d lose consciousness.
Eva Miller’s plan was to get Oliver Johnson drunk, have relations with him, and then have a baby or sothing...
Then couldn’t she use the child to keep Oliver Johnson around?
But contrary to her wishes, even though she and Oliver Johnson drank the sa amount, Oliver Johnson just wouldn’t get drunk.
She thought her alcohol tolerance was excellent, but in front of Oliver Johnson, it seed insignificant. If she’d known, she wouldn’t have drunk so aggressively.
"Co on, Brother Johnson, I’ll toast you another drink." Eva Miller casually grabbed a glass from the bar. She didn’t even take her own glass, and when she drank it, damn it, it was the strongest vodka...
"Cough, cough!" She was choked to tears, and her mind felt as if it was on fire.
Her consciousness also started to beco unclear.
"Brother Johnson, I’m so hot. You, take to a hotel to rest..." Eva Miller leaned lazily against Oliver Johnson, her body grinding restlessly against his.
"Miss Miller, stop it." Oliver Johnson pushed away Eva Miller, who was clinging to him like an octopus.
With just a little effort, Eva Miller was thrown against the bar.
"Are you hurt?" Oliver Johnson, unwilling to be unkind, lifted her up, only for Eva Miller to cling tightly again once she felt his warm embrace.
"Brother Johnson..." Her red lips marked his white shirt, and she muttered.
"I’ll take you ho to rest, or call Miss Smith to co and get you."
"No! I don’t want to bother Sophie..." Eva Miller responded, muddled, occasionally bursting into a silly laugh, "It’s so late now, Sophie, Sophie is definitely being affectionate with President Land. Let’s not ruin their good ti, or President Land will be mad."
"..."
"Brother Johnson, take to a hotel. I, I want to have a baby with you!"
Eva Miller was truly drunk, talking nonsense.
Because of Eva Miller’s commotion, everyone’s gaze fell on her, filled with malice or simply enjoying the spectacle.
Oliver Johnson had no choice but to help her out, taking her to a nearby hotel to rest for the night.
"Brother Johnson, let’s have a baby, okay, lots and lots, then you won’t leave in the future!"
Oliver Johnson looked at the noisy little woman in his arms, and a strange bitterness welled up in his heart.
He really wasn’t worth her effort.
...
Eva Miller woke up from the hangover.
Her head felt like it was going to explode, as she desperately tried to cover it with her hands, trying to rember sothing.
She was with Oliver Johnson last night, drank a lot, then asked Oliver Johnson to take her to a hotel, and then...
Eva Miller lifted the blanket, looked at her own body.
OhMygod!
Under the blanket, she was completely naked!
Eva Miller felt a mix of excitent and anxiety. Her intent was to get Oliver Johnson drunk and have a baby, but last night she was unconscious, at Oliver Johnson’s rcy. So could she even get pregnant? Maybe Oliver Johnson took precautions...
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