Chapter 450 Drunken Confessions
Myron had originally planned to meet Eddy, but just as he was about to leave, he noticed the sky was looking pretty ominous, like it was about to pour.
Right then, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The rain came down hard and fast.
Feeling uneasy, Myron decided to change his route and headed to Vintage Mirror instead. After waiting at the door for five minutes, he tried calling Luann, but no one picked up.
"I'm here to pick up Luann," he said.
Eddy rolled his eyes and groaned, "Seriously? It's only eight o'clock. You think Luann never goes out at night? The streets are packed; what's the big deal about picking her up?"
Eddy felt pretty exasperated. Luann wasn't some fragile flower, but Myron treated her like she was made of glass.
"Besides, Luann might be with Emma," Eddy added.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw Alvin this afternoon. He mentioned Emma was meeting her idol today, probably at Vintage Mirror. If Luann's there, they might bump into each other... Hello? Damn, he hung up on me!"
Myron immediately called Emma.
"Hello, Myron!" she answered.
"Is Luann with you?" Myron asked straight away.
Emma was puzzled. "Yeah, we were just talking about heading back together later."
Hearing this, Myron felt relieved. Without asking more, he hung up and went to meet Eddy.
In the cozy, dimly lit private room, everyone was lounging on three sofas. The table was loaded with fruit wine, juice, strong liquor, fruit platters, and snacks, making it feel super comfy.
Emma eagerly reached for a drink, but Luann stopped her. "Hey, are you sure you can handle your liquor?"
Emma said confidently, "Of course! Even if you get drunk tonight, I won't!"
Luann was still a bit worried. "How about you start with some fruit wine? It's not as strong."
Emma confidently grabbed a glass of high-proof liquor and took a big gulp. As soon as it hit her mouth, the intense alcohol taste made her face change color.
Luann noticed something was off and quickly said, "Spit it out!"
But Emma's pride wouldn't let her. She forced herself to swallow and put on a brave face. "So delicious!"
In reality, she thought it was way too strong and not sweet at all, nothing like what she had before!
Everyone burst into laughter; it was clear Emma couldn't handle her liquor. After that gulp, her face turned red, and her eyes got a bit glazed.
Emma soon slumped on the sofa, staring blankly.
Luann leaned over and asked, "Emma, can you really drink?"
"Of course," Emma said seriously, "I used to drink several bottles with Joshua. But it wasn't this bad; it was sweet and tasty."
Luann thought for a moment, "Sweet wine?"
"No," Emma waved her hand dismissively.
"Then what was it? Do you remember the name?" Luann asked.
Emma tilted her head, thinking hard, then giggled. "Moscato."
Luann was speechless.
"Luann," a fan approached, eyes wide with curiosity, "I've always wondered, does someone as amazing as you have an idol?"
Luann shook her head gently. "Nope."
"What about Ernest?"
The conversation suddenly shifted to Ernest. He was caught off guard for a second, then flashed a smile that could melt hearts, his eyes locking onto Luann. "Me? I actually admire Ms. Weaver a lot. If I had to name an idol, it would be her."
The fans buzzed with excitement. "So you're a fan of Luann too!"
"Oh my god, I didn't expect Ernest to like Luann!"
Seeing Ernest smile so brightly, Luann felt a bit uneasy inside.
"Too bad Luann is already married."
"Exactly!"
Ernest smiled casually. "Don't get me wrong. I admire Ms. Weaver like a mentor, not in the way you're thinking."
A fan asked, "Ernest, are the rumors in your industry true?"
Ernest replied, "Sometimes it's just hype. Maybe two people are promoting a movie together; it's pretty normal."
As he spoke, he took a slow sip of his drink.
"Oh, I see." After a few more questions, the fans lost interest in him and turned their attention back to Luann.
Ernest ended up sitting alone, looking a bit lonely. He drank quietly, and by the time anyone noticed, his glass was empty.
Luann stood up. "Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."
When she came out of the restroom and was about to head back to the private room, Ernest grabbed her wrist forcefully in a corner. He pressed her shoulder, pinning her against the cold wall tiles, his hand braced beside her.
Ernest, reeking of alcohol, lowered his head. He flashed a drunken yet particularly handsome smile. "Ms. Weaver, I really like you. I was blown away the first time I saw you race. How could you be so beautiful and talented? I lied earlier. I don't admire you like a mentor; I want to be with you. I'm so jealous of Myron, jealous that he gets to be by your side."
Ernest's voice was sorrowful yet smooth. He slowly leaned in, aiming for Luann's lips.
But just before he reached her, Luann put her hand firmly over his mouth. Her eyes were clear and calm. "Had enough acting? I don't have time to play this love scene with you."
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