"I feel a little..."
Rory Linden’s mind was still relatively clear at the mont.
She could clearly feel her legs growing weak, unable to support her, and her head was spinning...
Seeing this, Jessica Jennings quickly steadied Rory. "This wine has a low alcohol content, but it has a bit of a kick. You’ll be fine after you sleep it off."
"Yes, thank you for letting know." After thanking Jessica, Sean Harrison turned to Rory. "It’s okay. Lean on . I’ll help you out."
At that mont, Miles Harrison also noticed the situation across the room.
Rory was clearly drunk. Her cheeks were flushed, her almond-shaped eyes were drowsy, and her entire body leaned against Sean Harrison, like a willow branch swaying in a storm.
In that state, she exuded a unique sort of beauty.
When he looked back at Lucy Shaw’s face, with its obvious signs of plastic surgery, he lost all interest.
But there was nothing he could do right now.
He could only watch as his uncle helped the woman leave.
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Rory managed to walk, albeit unsteadily, from the banquet hall to the parking garage.
Once she was in the car, she was completely drunk. Her head first rested against the back of the seat, which was uncomfortable, so she then leaned against Sean Harrison’s shoulder.
After adjusting for a while, she took the initiative to loop her arm through his, pulling his shoulder down slightly until she found a comfortable position to lean on him.
Sean didn’t object.
As the car started to move, Rory’s eyes were already fluttering shut.
Sean could clearly tell she was different when she was drunk. Unwilling to let her fall asleep just yet, he started a conversation.
"Tell about your ti in school. For example... how you always ranked first in your grade."
He did this to prevent her from ntioning Miles.
He proactively guided the conversation.
"I’m not smart at all. There were so many people at school smarter than . It’s just that their focus wasn’t solely on academics, so I had an advantage..." Rory’s eyes fluttered open slightly as she gazed into the night ahead. "And because I wasn’t smart, I just had to work harder than everyone else. My classmates were all so talented—they could ride horses, shoot, and figure skate. All I knew how to do was study..."
"That’s great, too..."
"Actually, I was so scared back then. Every ti final exams were approaching, I couldn’t sleep. I’d have nightmares, one after another, dreaming that I did poorly, didn’t get the scholarship, and that the Harrington Family would refuse to pay my tuition and kick out of school, kick out of their house..."
Rory’s voice choked up as she spoke. "I always knew the Harrington Family’s house wasn’t my ho. But I... I don’t have a ho. I have nowhere else to go..."
These were things Rory never told anyone.
It was only because she had been drinking today, her mind completely unguarded, that she could speak so recklessly...
"Actually... I don’t like Miles either. I knew full well that even when we were together, he was always cheating on , getting involved with other won. But I never had the courage to break up with him before. I was afraid I’d be left without even an emotional anchor..."
Rory was never a fool.
She was just pretending to be one.
Sean turned his head to look at the woman beside him and asked, word by word, "Then do you want to be with ? Marry , be my wife. I promise I won’t cheat, I won’t get involved with other won, and I’ll never leave you alone..."
The car fell silent.
Even the driver couldn’t help but be distracted, waiting for Rory’s answer.
The driver had been with Sean for many years, from his ti abroad all the way back to their ho country.
He knew very well that with Sean’s status and looks, countless won wanted to get into his bed, and countless won coveted the title of Mrs. Harrison.
Every ti, the man had decisively rejected them.
Only Rory...
Sean was the one actively luring her in, ti and ti again.
After a short silence in the car, Rory finally shook her head. "No."
"Why?"
"Look at that."
Rory pointed toward the car’s front windshield.
Sean shifted slightly, following the direction she was pointing.
The weather was beautiful tonight. A crescent moon hung in the sky, bright as a hook.
Rory gazed quietly at the crescent moon and said with a smile, "A sparrow can fly into the forest, it can fly over high mountains, it can even fly to the desert, but it can never fly to the moon..."
The car pulled into the residential complex’s underground garage.
Sean got out first.
Rory had just taken off her high heels in the car. Now, holding them in her hands, she was about to step onto the ground...
Sean bent down, his hand wrapping around her slender ankle. "I’ll carry you."
Rory shook her head gently. "Your arm is injured..."
"I can carry you with one arm." Sean took the high heels from her with his right hand and extended his left arm toward her. "Want to... give it a try?"
"Really?"
Rory tilted her head, her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with drunken haze.
She barely hesitated, simply opening her arms and waiting for him to bend down so she could wrap them around his neck.
The next second, his left arm slid under her thighs.
He lifted her up effortlessly with just one arm.
At just over 1.6 ters tall, Rory was now held so high in his arms that her upper body was even higher than his...
She looked around curiously and said with a laugh, "So this is what the world looks like for tall people..."
Sean chatted with her effortlessly. "How does it feel?"
"It’s pretty good." Rory looked down at the top of his head and said with a drunken smile, "I can see the top of your head. I’m taller than you."
"If you like it, I can carry you often. Anyti you want."
Sean had also had so wine, but he had a very high tolerance and had never gotten drunk at a social function.
’But today, he almost wished he could be a little less sober...’
"No." Rory lowered her head, her chin brushing against the top of his ear. She whispered, "You can’t be too greedy in life. Otherwise, it’s easy to get hurt..."
"If your greed has to do with , then... it’s okay to be as greedy as you want."
The man’s words were clear and firm, each one spoken with intent.
At that mont, Rory’s heart was like a vessel filled to the brim with wine.
His words fell into it, one by one, and were slowly subrged.
Rory closed her eyes and held onto him, her senses filled with the sll of alcohol and the faint scent of mint from his shampoo.
’It slls so good...’
Just like that, the two of them entered the apartnt.
Rory imdiately asked to be put down.
Even so, Sean carried her straight to her bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.
Rory, half-lying on the edge of the bed, began fumbling with the pearl necklace around her neck, trying to take it off.
This type of necklace had a tiny clasp that required you to find a small catch on the ring to open it...
Rory was so muddle-headed from the drink that she couldn’t even find the little catch, let alone rember how to unfasten the necklace...
After struggling with it for a long ti, she turned to look at Sean beside her. "Mr. Harrison... could you help with my necklace?"
"Alright."
Sean didn’t refuse.
Unfortunately, it was also his first ti helping a woman unfasten a necklace, and it took him a long while of careful fiddling before he finally got it off.
Freed from the necklace, Rory then tried to unzip her qipao.
But the angle required to lift her arm was restricted by the dress. She could only turn her head again, looking at Sean with a pitiable expression, and ask, "Mr. Harrison, could you help with the zipper on my back...?"
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