The door opened, and seeing who entered, the smile on my face instantly turned to aversion.
It was Adrian Gordon!
I looked at my best friend, disgruntled, "Why did you invite him? What a buzzkill."
Wennie Lane smiled, "I invited him to see how well you’re living now!"
Saying this, Wennie Lane got up and approached Adrian Gordon, ignoring his grim expression, deliberately provoked, "President Gordon, see for yourself... Lily Miller is in demand, no chance of her going back to old flas—you! Stop bothering her!"
Hmm, I felt slightly satisfied.
This warning from my best friend was very necessary.
Adrian Gordon’s brow furrowed tightly, his face clouded with anger as if to drip water, his eyes sternly fixed on , "Lily Miller, is this how you degrade yourself? What do you consider yourself?"
Smiling, I picked up the bright red ribbon in front of to show, my eyes dazed, a flower-like smile, "I am the queen!"
"..." Adrian Gordon’s expression grew increasingly indescribable.
The room suddenly fell silent, not a sound to be heard.
A crowd of n and won all stared at Adrian Gordon.
Wennie Lane, like a madam, deliberately laughed and greeted, "Co on, it’s ti to cut the cake! If you don’t mind, President Gordon, stay and have a piece—this should be your last ti having Lily Miller’s birthday cake."
The implication was that the two would completely part ways from now on, never crossing paths again.
Adrian Gordon seed to grit his teeth, clenching his fists, I saw that his anger was boiling inside.
"Lily Miller, Sophie Miller is lying in the ICU, could pass away at any mont—and yet you’re here celebrating your birthday, mingling with a bunch of n like so floozy, do you think it’s appropriate?"
Adrian Gordon questioned , full of anguish and fury.
But I remained unmoved, only asking back, "If that’s the case, why aren’t you at the hospital with her?"
Adrian Gordon was suddenly speechless.
I bowed my head and began cutting the cake.
lissa Chandler, that girl knows what’s up, suddenly reached out with a swipe and sared cream on my face, breaking the awkward silence in the room.
Everyone understood, imdiately joined in, grabbing cream and sparing no one.
Adrian Gordon stood there like a statue, coldly isolated from our lively chaos.
And then, without knowing who it was, accidentally sent a big wad of cream right onto his chest.
His neatly dressed suit was instantly a ss.
"Sorry President Gordon, my hand slipped!" Nora Saunders quickly apologized, stepping forward to wipe it off.
With that wipe, the cream spread even wider, becoming more embarrassing.
"Enough!" Adrian Gordon’s face turned green with anger, surely realizing Nora Saunders did it on purpose, he brushed her off and turned around, slamming the door as he left.
Nora Saunders looked back at , and I gave her a thumbs up.
I knew everyone felt for , standing up for .
The eyesore was gone, we had even more fun.
Alcohol gradually numbed my brain, I felt like I was floating up to cloud nine~
I could finally forget Adrian Gordon, ignore the Miller Family ss, disregard the company, and also... not worry about Daniel Carter.
I am just , I am only .
Live for happiness and nothing else.
This lively and joyful birthday party lasted until deep into eleven at night.
Everyone was drunk.
Only lissa Chandler, who didn’t dare drink, was still sober.
"Ms. Miller, should I call a car or a designated driver for you?" lissa Chandler took out her phone, asking us.
I muddled through with the last of my willpower, turning to ask Wennie Lane and Nora Saunders, "You both didn’t drive either?"
"My sister-in-law—" Wennie Lane didn’t finish speaking, suddenly gagged and rushed to the room’s washroom.
Nora Saunders slurred, "My family driver will co, Rachel Boone and the others will go with ..."
I asked the remaining few, so had boyfriends coming to pick them up, others their dads’ secretaries.
In the end, it was just lonely , heading back alone.
I looked at lissa Chandler, a little embarrassed, and smiled, "lissa, I’ll call a car for myself later."
"Okay..."
"Uh, and you? It’s so late, you alone... it’s quite dangerous." I was too drunk to open my eyes, yet still rembered to care for her.
"My brother is coming to get , don’t worry about ." lissa Chandler replied.
"That’s good..." I responded, closing my eyes, and collapsed on the sofa.
I faintly sensed friends leaving one after another.
After Wennie Lane finished puking, she seed to have fallen asleep in the washroom, her sister-in-law found the room, and with waitresses, helped her out.
Not sure how long I slept, a person shook my shoulder.
"Ms. Miller, my brother is here, I have to go—you want to co with ?" lissa Chandler woke , saying.
I nodded off for a few minutes, my mind getting even fuzzier, yet I still refused.
"No, no need... my house is close by."
While speaking, lissa Chandler’s phone rang.
I heard her answer, a familiar male voice over the phone, "lissa Chandler, where are you exactly? Are you drunk and confused?"
"Just in Moorielis’ room, ask the waiters where it is."
lissa Chandler hung up and bid goodbye, "Well Ms. Miller, I’m leaving?"
"Alright, bye... Thank you, thank you so much!" I rembered the help she gave , once again grateful.
After lissa Chandler left, I looked around the room, two younger brothers hadn’t left yet, looking more sober than .
"Pretty sister, can you make it back on your own?"
"I can, you guys go..."
"Wanna drink a bit more?"
"Drink! Co on, who’s afraid of who!" I wobbled sitting up, flipped several bottles of wine in a row, all empty.
I focused on finding wine, not noticing that young handso guy gradually inching closer.
"Pretty sister, I really like you, do you think I could be your boyfriend?" The young handso guy held my hand, suddenly confessing.
I stared at him, stunned.
Though drunk to the point of dizziness, seeing double, I was still very determined on this matter.
"No... Sis has seen through the mundane vows... What’s that saying, a wise person doesn’t fall in love, keep an eye on... the balance on your card, you... are interested in sister’s, the cash she carries right—"
"No, I just like you, sister."
The young handso guy said, physically leaning in wanting to hug .
I frowned, just about to shove him away, suddenly the young handso guy was forcefully pulled away, pushed onto the table, overturning heaps of wine bottles, clattering about.
I was shocked frozen.
Looking up, in my hazy sight, I saw a tall, slender figure, that face... it looked so much like Daniel Carter.
My eyes were blurred, expression stunned, instinctively mumbled, "Why are you here... Did you co too, to celebrate my birthday?"
The person looked at , face somber, aura frosty, unlike any mory I had of Daniel Carter.
"How much have you drunk? Can you still recognize ?" He sarcastically asked.
I shook my head, slurred speech, "No... not him... so aggressive... Seems I really drank too much, mistook people..."
The voice asked further, "Who did you mistake for?"
"You wouldn’t know, even if I told you..." I leaned into the sofa, hand feebly lifted, then dropped again, "That person I’ve t... the most charming, most handso, most distinguished... all you n... combined, aren’t qualified to compare with him—"
That figure sat down next to , seemingly smiled with pursed lips, the icy and oppressive aura lessened a lot.
"Oh? What’s his na?"
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