Chapter 1138 Drunk
Oliver saw Anthony's frustrated expression and couldn't help but feel a bit smug.
He raised his arm, tipped the bottle upside down, and moved it to the right, filling ten whiskey glasses about seventy percent full.
Oliver lifted his hand, signaling Anthony to keep drinking.
"I thought you and Jane were done a long time ago," Oliver said.
Anthony looked up at Oliver and asked, "If it were you, would you let go of Natalie's hand?"
An answer surged in Oliver's mind: 'No way.'
He'd never let go of Natalie. Realizing this, he laughed at himself.
Oliver and Anthony were the same kind of people—indifferent to love until they met the right girls.
Once they met, they wouldn't let go.
Jane and Natalie were the light of their lives. Who wouldn't yearn for light? Who would let it disappear from their world forever?
No one.
"Oliver, how did you win Natalie back?" Anthony asked seriously, propping his head with one hand.
Oliver had never really thought about it.
How did he win Natalie back? There wasn't any particular method.
No matter how resolute and cold Natalie seemed, she was essentially kind and soft-hearted.
"Persistent pursuit," Oliver finally said, smiling.
"However, Jane and Natalie are completely different. What worked for Natalie won't work for Jane," Oliver said. "What Natalie and I went through is a completely different story from what you and Jane went through. Matters of the heart are the least comparable."
Anthony knew that, but in moments of despair, he always wanted a glimmer of hope.
Anthony wanted Oliver to give him some hope of winning Jane back.
But clearly, he had found the wrong person. Oliver was best at making people feel even more desperate after disappointment.
"How did you manage to win Natalie over with such poor communication skills?" Anthony complained.
Oliver raised an eyebrow and said cheerfully, "She likes it."
How he won her over didn't matter; what mattered was that they were together now, right?
"Mama!" Nathan's voice called out again, "Mama!"
Nathan was always happier calling for Natalie than for Oliver. The difference in attitude was obvious.
Oliver held back his anger. After all, he had begged for this son, and no matter how much he didn't like him, he had to raise him.
"Yes, Natalie, Mama," Oliver echoed Nathan, but his tone was pretty perfunctory.
Nathan didn't mind, happily waving his arms, "Mama!"
Oliver glanced at Anthony and suddenly thought of something. Pointing at Anthony, he said to Nathan, "Your mom went out to have fun today without you because of Anthony over there."
As soon as Oliver finished speaking, Nathan's gaze turned to Anthony.
Previously, Nathan had looked at Anthony with indifference, as if he were an uninteresting toy, but now his eyes were bright.
Anthony suspected that if Nathan were two years older, he would have rushed over to hit him.
The three of them—two adults and one child—maintained this situation for three hours.
Anthony said he wanted to drink away his sorrows, but his tolerance was too high, making it hard to get drunk. Oliver, with Nathan in tow, couldn't drink much, so they eventually gave up.
They argued quite a bit, with Nathan's voice interspersed throughout.
When saying goodbye, Anthony looked at Nathan with a bit of longing.
Lately, Anthony often thought that if he had been more careful and cautious, that child would still be here, and things between him and Jane wouldn't be like this.
"Jealous?" Oliver asked, holding Nathan with one arm.
Anthony didn't speak, but his attitude clearly showed he agreed.
How could he not be jealous?
"Then figure it out yourself." Oliver patted Anthony's shoulder. "At worst, start over."
A sociologist who studied gender relations once gave a public lecture, saying that relationships between couples could be divided into beginning, ending, and beginning again. In this era of rising divorce rates, divorced couples remarrying might not be about mending a broken relationship but starting a new one.
Mending a broken relationship often left scars and blemishes.
Only by starting over could the relationship become more beautiful and lasting.
'If Anthony and Jane reconcile, Jane probably won't hang out with Natalie as often, right?' Oliver thought.
If Natalie were here, she would definitely retort to Oliver, "Not often!"
Then, Oliver's phone rang. He never thought he would one day receive a call from a bar, asking him to pick someone up.
And that someone was Natalie.
When Oliver arrived at the bar, there was a pile of empty bottles on the table, and the three women in the booth were drunkenly leaning on each other, still holding hands and muttering something.
Oliver didn't understand a word, but it was as if these three women had created their language, not only understanding each other but also laughing together.
Oliver was a major shareholder in this bar, and the manager recognized Natalie, especially arranging for bodyguards to stand around and protect the three women well.
"Mr. Windsor, what do you think..." the manager asked Oliver for instructions.
They knew these three women's identities were complex, and they didn't dare move them casually.
Oliver waved his hand, signaling the manager to go about his business.
Oliver made two phone calls, each with just one sentence: "Come to Moon Club to pick someone up."
Half an hour later, Jovan and Arthur arrived at the bar one after the other.
Natalie was already in Oliver's arms, half-asleep. Flora and Jane were hugging each other in the booth, muttering something that no one else could understand.
"Mr. Windsor, I'm sorry that Jane has troubled you. We will definitely visit to thank you another day," Jovan said politely.
Just as Jovan was about to help Jane up, a hand stopped him.
"Wait!" Ainslee, wearing a baseball cap that covered most of her face, opened her phone's camera and took several photos of Jane.
In a calm tone, Ainslee's excitement was barely noticeable. "Wait until Jane sobers up tomorrow and sees how ugly she looks!"
Jovan patted Ainslee on the back of the neck. "Don't call Jane ugly."
How was she ugly? Even drunk, Jane was adorable.
Jovan and Arthur each helped one person, separating Jane and Flora, who leaned on them like boneless creatures.
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