After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 25: Drunk

"Let go of me, I helped you tonight, how can you repay kindness with revenge!"

Harry Hunter couldn’t help but laugh again. How does she always make him find her incredibly interesting? So many women want to throw themselves into his arms, yet this girl calls it "repaying kindness with revenge"!

He sensed her unease, and he didn’t want her to feel that way, so he merely teased her a bit before releasing her, allowing her to sit beside him.

Connor tossed crunchy peanuts into his mouth, feeling amazed at the smile on Harry Hunter’s face.

He originally thought there was nothing special about Isabella Weaver. She was indeed beautiful, as pure as a lotus above clear water, with a unique temperament, but that was all. Harry Hunter had countless beauties around him, of all styles. He had even rejected popular actress beauties.

But Harry Hunter’s smiles tonight were more than the entire past year combined, proving Isabella Weaver was truly special!

The long night dragged on; previously, Harry Hunter found every night hard to endure, but tonight, it seemed to pass especially quickly.

Around two or three in the morning, people in the private room left one after another. Cora Ginger also took the plates and wine bottles away, cleaning up thoroughly, except for the room full of roses which she didn’t touch.

She saw that Isabella Weaver had been sitting beside Harry Hunter all along. The two occasionally exchanged glances and words, appearing intimate and sweet. She was quite excited—look, she dumped the jerk and immediately found such a handsome and gallant boyfriend, how great!

Cora Ginger hummed a tune and left; she had received quite a lot of tips tonight!

Finally, only Harry Hunter and Isabella Weaver were left in the room; even Connor had tactfully gone outside to stand guard.

Isabella Weaver’s face was flushed, and she felt dizzy, always seeing three heads on Harry Hunter.

Suddenly, she reached out and pressed her hand on Harry Hunter’s shoulder: "Stop swaying, it’s making my eyes dizzy."

Harry Hunter glanced at the white, jade-like hand on his shoulder, gently took it off, and held it, smiling faintly: "So your alcohol tolerance is that low. Just a few drinks and you’re this drunk."

Even when drunk, Isabella Weaver instinctively rejected being touched by others. She could touch Harry Hunter, but he couldn’t touch her.

She shot Harry Hunter a dagger-like look, withdrew her hand, held her wine glass, and sipped, joyfully exclaiming, "It’s so good!"

She hadn’t intended to drink, but Harry Hunter insisted she try it, so she took a small sip, and that was all it took for her to become captivated.

This red wine was the signature of the Royalton Club, called "Eternal Poison." It was expensive but always the best-selling wine.

Isabella Weaver never understood why this wine was so popular, but finally understood after tasting it!

This wine is truly intoxicating!

Intoxicating to the point where the more you drink, the more you want!

Harry Hunter took the wine glass from Isabella Weaver’s hand and said softly, "Stop drinking, if you like it, have more tomorrow. That’s enough for today."

Isabella Weaver didn’t react much. She leaned on the sofa, feeling comfortable all over, and soon fell asleep.

Harry Hunter glanced at her and drank the rest of the red wine she left.

It was strange. In the past, he would never drink something someone else left over, but there was no resistance to drinking Isabella Weaver’s wine.

He actually felt she was special from the first day he met her.

Being with her made him feel more relaxed than ever before.

The music was melodious, the scent of flowers filled the air, and the beauty was beside him. Harry Hunter felt like capturing this moment.

He looked at Isabella Weaver’s peaceful and beautiful sleeping face, brushed aside the hair on her cheek, bent down to carry her in his arms, and walked out of the private room.