At this mont, Norton suddenly realized that he seed to have different feelings towards her.
The events of last night were vivid in his mind, refusing to be forgotten.
Norton shook his head and once again walked over to the refrigerator.
He did not heed Sinai’s advice and opened a bottle of beer, finishing it quickly.
He wasn’t allergic to alcohol, just had lingering aftereffects from being an experint subject.
Alchemists have always been crazy, and Dermont was no exception.
Dermont would feed him large amounts of white liquor while testing drugs.
His nerves were consequently damaged.
After breaking away from Dermont, Norton hadn’t touched alcohol since. Occasionally, he would open a bottle but only took a sip or two as a reminder of his unforgettable past.
This was his first ti drinking in such a long ti.
But after one bottle, the alcohol didn’t numb his brain; instead, his thoughts beca even clearer.
That feeling breaking through the surface spread bit by bit from his heart, eventually occupying every cell.
Norton threw the beer bottle away.
With a "bang," the bottle rolled onto the floor and instantly shattered.
He stood silently by the window, watching the snowflakes fall.
Glass shards cut into his palm, and blood started to seep out, drop by drop.
He didn’t use any Sage’s power to protect himself.
As if feeling no pain, he just let the blood flow.
After a long, long ti, Norton finally stood up.
Indeed, his mind was not clear.
The phone rang at that mont.
Norton glanced at it.
[Little Brat]: Let tell you sothing, Rascal. I have passed Old Mr. Chuan’s test, and he agreed to my marriage with Yueyue, so next year when Yueyue turns twenty, I’m getting married.
[Little Brat]: I’m letting you know in advance (showing off a bit).
Norton’s expression was indifferent. He slowly typed a sentence.
[Overthinking it, maybe I’ll get married before you do. Want to bet?]
[Little Brat]: ?
Norton didn’t reply, his expression lazy.
Since he was already unclear, he didn’t mind letting his mind stay unclear.
But actually doing it might be a bit difficult.
This ti, he could clearly sense Sinai’s detachnt from him.
Norton narrowed his eyes, starting to think whether he had done sothing too extre, causing her to distance herself.
[Little Brat]: Rascal, speak clearly! Hey! Do you have soone you like? Who? How old?!
[Little Brat]: Are you also robbing the cradle? No, wait, is there any other female around you besides a six-year-old girl? The boss doesn’t count; she’s not a woman when she’s ruthless.
Xize hadn’t sent the third ssage when a red exclamation mark popped up, reminding him he was deleted.
Xize: "..."
Damn!
He really is a rascal.
He’s going to kill him!
**
The events of Christmas Eve kept Sinai away from the villa for five consecutive days.
She deliberately avoided anything and everything related to Norton.
She even changed the subject when Charlotte wanted to talk about Norton University.
On December 29th, she was still buried in her work.
It wasn’t until Alfonso ca to find her that Sinai rembered she had agreed to go to the new technology exhibition in country G with him.
This technology exhibition was hosted by several international scientific organizations, with many tech enthusiasts from other countries attending.
But for Sinai, there was nothing interesting about the exhibition.
She just needed a break.
She took off her lab coat and slightly nodded, "Let’s go."
Being able to et Sinai a second ti, Alfonso was obviously delighted.
He was chatty all the way.
Sinai remained absent-minded throughout.
Recalling that alarming night made her face slightly flushed.
Old Shaless.
Old Beast!
He not only bullied her but also took advantage of her.
Yet for these five days, not a single apology.
She really had no idea what he was thinking.
After coming out of the technology exhibition, Alfonso invited Sinai for dinner again.
Sinai ordered a glass of red wine.
After taking a sip, her emotions gradually settled.
After ordering, they fell into silence.
Alfonso indeed had feelings for Sinai but was also feeling quite defeated.
He found that no matter what he talked about, Sinai could respond and even say things he didn’t understand.
Though he didn’t want to admit it, these two dates made Alfonso realize that Sinai’s knowledge far exceeded his own.
Alfonso suddenly spoke, "Miss Sinai, is that your cousin?"
Sinai was taken aback, "What?"
She followed Alfonso’s gaze and her eyelashes fluttered,
He was wearing a black coat today, with an aloof and vintage style.
Wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.
A model-like figure.
Girls around already squealed quietly.
The man’s glance swept faintly over her, paused for three seconds, and then his long legs moved, walking over.
Sinai’s fingers stiffened.
She had been deliberately avoiding him for five days, yet could still run into him here by chance?
Had she known she would et Norton, she wouldn’t have co here for dinner.
Sinai’s face grew hotter.
She was only grateful that she never blushed; no one could tell anything.
"Hello, Mr. Leaangle." Alfonso greeted him, "We just ordered food. Would you like to join us?"
This was just a courtesy.
Anyone with a sense would not intrude.
Norton glanced at him but didn’t correct his wrong address, smiling, "Sure."
Finished speaking, he sat down boldly, right beside Sinai.
Alfonso’s expression stiffened, obviously not expecting Norton to play by his own rules.
But he didn’t mind too much.
This was Sinai’s family, and he would have to get along with them in the future, so it was a chance to show so presence and goodwill.
"What would Mr. Leaangle like to eat?" Alfonso called the waiter, "My treat."
"Anything." Norton no longer looked at Alfonso, rely gazing at Sinai, clicking his tongue.
Indeed avoiding him, not even wanting to look at him.
Sinai kept her head down, feeling the gaze locked on her.
Hot, scorching, with aggression and invasiveness.
She grew even more nervous.
Could it be that he really saw sothing?
Sinai could be sure she hadn’t let anything slip.
"I wonder where Mr. Leaangle is from?" Alfonso broke the silence, asked with a smile, "Could you tell what it’s like there and what customs you have?"
Sinai spoke little; he asked three questions and only got a few words in reply.
He had to get information from her cousin.
Norton leaned back in his chair, glanced at Sinai, who was burying herself in eating, and suddenly spoke in a casual tone, "Hmm, where I’m from, according to the law, cousins can get married."
Silence fell over the air.
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