Chapter 906 Drunk
Seeing Leon's indifferent look, Isabella felt her face heat up. She couldn't tell if it was the booze or just plain embarrassment.
Glancing at the waiter by the table, Isabella thought, 'In Averlake, skipping out on a bill could get you arrested. Just gotta sweet-talk a bit, right? I can handle that.'
With a forced smile, she looked up and said, "Mr. Johnson, I didn't bring enough cash. Could you spot me a thousand bucks?"
Leon squinted at her, not in a hurry to say yes or no.
Panicking, Isabella quickly added, "Come on, we're both from Luminara. You can't just leave me hanging here!"
"Wait, is this how you ask for help? You're forcing me into a corner!" Leon snapped, his expression changing.
Isabella touched her burning face, feeling a wave of regret. "Sorry," she mumbled, her head spinning, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Seeing her so drunk, Leon sighed and pulled out a card from his wallet. "l'll pay for both of us," he told the waiter.
By now, Isabella had slumped over the table, her whole body feeling weak. All she wanted was to crash in bed.
When the waiter brought back the card, Leon felt a bit tipsy himself. He'd downed a whole bottle of strong vintage wine, after all.
Leon felt a deep loneliness inside. Usually, work kept him busy, but these past few days in Avaloria, he'd been wandering aimlessly. Bored, he found this restaurant and decided to treat himself. Seeing a 1982 vintage wine on the menu, he ordered it without a second thought. Isabella, without asking, ordered the same, ending up drunk and short on cash.
Leon didn't really dislike Isabella. Sometimes, when he didn't see her for a few days, he'd find excuses to bump into her.
Even though they argued every time they met, those arguments oddly made him happy, despite how mad she could make him.
Every night before he fell asleep, Isabella's face would pop into his mind. He couldn't help but think about her, sometimes even dreaming of her.
Especially after the last wedding, he sometimes missed her faint, stunning scent.
Despite his feelings for Isabella, Leon always kept them in check. Even when Susan tried to set them up, he coldly refused.
Leon stood up, seeing Isabella slumped over the table, and smiled.
He walked over to help her up. "Let's go!"
"I don't wanna go, I wanna sleep," Isabella mumbled, eyes still closed, refusing to budge.
Sighing at her stubbornness, Leon lifted Isabella by her shoulders and muttered as he carried her out. "Come on, let's go. You don't act like a lady at all. Downing a whole bottle of wine, I gotta hand it to you!"
Isabella was so drunk she couldn't even open her eyes. She could hear Leon's grumbling but was too out of it to respond.
Leon glanced down at her closed eyes and chuckled. 'This is probably the most obedient I've ever seen you,' he thought.
By the time Leon got Isabella into the guest room, it was already late.
He gently laid her on the bed and pulled a blanket over her.
Standing by the bed, he looked at the now peaceful Isabella and smiled, then staggered towards the door.
Just as he reached the door and was about to turn off the light, Isabella suddenly lifted her head and vomited.
Leon rushed back, patting her shoulder as she emptied her stomach. Once she was done, she collapsed back onto the pillow.
Leon looked around and saw the mess—vomit on the floor, the blanket, the sheets, and Isabella's clothes. The room reeked.
He stood there, holding his forehead, debating what to do. Finally, he bent down and carried her out of the room.
Leon took Isabella to his own room because her room was a disaster zone for the night.
He gently placed her on his bed, frowning at her dirty clothes.
He reached out to help her take off her coat but hesitated. She was a woman, after all, and it didn't feel right.
So, he turned and walked out.
Tonight, Isabella would sleep in the bed, and he'd crash on the couch.
In the middle of the night, Leon was jolted awake by a noise from the bedroom.
"Water, so thirsty," Isabella mumbled. Leon sat up from the couch.
He got up to get her some water.
But as soon as he stood, he felt dizzy. That 1982 red wine really packed a punch. No wonder Isabella got so drunk. She was something else, drinking a whole bottle by herself.
Leon poured a glass of water and went to the bed, seeing Isabella still murmuring. He furrowed his brows, then sat by the bed, holding her shoulder and bringing the glass to her lips.
She drank the water with her eyes closed, then continued to sleep in Leon's arms.
Leon looked down at her, smiling.
Her eyelashes curled up, and her slightly pouting pink lips made her look adorable. She murmured now and then, nuzzling her mouth against his shirt.
Leon noticed the lipstick marks on his white shirt. He frowned but couldn't bring himself to push her away.
Lost in thought, he stared at her. Unexpectedly, she furrowed her brows and murmured something.
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