Chapter 267 Caspian's Drunken Misbehavior
More cans of beer needed to be available for Caspian. The night was long, and only alcohol could serve as entertainment. He later took Wendy out to buy two bottles of red wine and a pack of beer, along with some snacks to go with the drinks.
Wendy hadn't even finished one can of beer, sitting on the couch speechlessly watching Caspian. He held a bottle of red wine in one hand, gesturing wildly with the other, shouting, "Evelyn, you ungrateful wretch! I've been so good to you. Why don't you like me? What's so great about your boyfriend compared to me?"
Wendy said, "Caspian, it's late. Can you stop shouting?"
"No way!" Caspian turned to her and said. "Wendy, go to the office tomorrow and tell Ms. Phillips that she'll regret not liking me sooner or later!"
Wendy snickered and replied, "I'm not saying that."
Caspian ignored her, continued to use the wine bottle as a microphone, and started singing loudly. The dog, which had been sleeping on the couch, was startled awake by the singing and looked around in confusion.
Wendy got up and went to cover Caspian's mouth, angrily saying, "I told you to stop shouting, and now you're singing!"
"Come on. Sing with me!" Caspian pushed the bottle towards her mouth, put his arm around her shoulder, and swayed back and forth, singing off-key.
Exasperated, Wendy forcefully pushed him away. She shouted, "Caspian, stop acting crazy!"
Caspian stopped singing and looked at her menacingly. He asked, "Who are you calling crazy? How dare you yell at me?"
He grabbed her cheeks with both hands, mocking her, "Look at you. You are dark and skinny, not very bright, and naive. Whoever marries you will be unlucky!"
"Get your hands off me!" Wendy slapped his hands away, angrily saying. "It's none of your business! I think whoever marries you will be the truly unlucky one!"
Caspian unceremoniously smacked her on the head. He said, "Whoever marries me will be very lucky!"
Wendy rubbed her head, glared at him, and, seeing that it was past midnight, swallowed her words and instead coaxed him, "Mr. Wade, it's late. You should go to bed."
Caspian responded with a high-pitched tone, "Do you want to sleep with me?"
Wendy rolled her eyes and said, "You sleep by yourself!"
He said, "I thought so. You're so ugly. Don't sleep with me!"
Caspian bent down to pick up the struggling dog from the couch, laughing as he ignored its protests. "Tonight, you'll sleep with me."
"Put it down!" Wendy saw the dog's terrified eyes and grabbed him, saying. "It can't sleep with you. It's afraid of strangers."
"After sleeping together, it won't be a stranger. Be good, and I'll sing to you." Caspian whispered into the dog's ear as he walked towards Wendy's room.
"You're crazy!" Wendy said, hands on her hips. "Why do you turn into this after drinking?"
She tidied up a bit and went to sleep in her parents' room.
The next day, Wendy woke up like the day before. She got up early, went to her room, and rescued the dog. Seeing Caspian lying on her bed, head on a cartoon pillow, covered with a pink blanket, she got a bit angry.
"You reek of alcohol!" She kicked his thigh a couple of times.
He didn't wake up. He turned over, clutching the blanket between his legs, and continued snoring.
Wendy felt sorry for the blanket but had no choice. Out of sight, out of mind, she took the dog out of the room.
"Did you sleep well last night? Were you scared? I'm sorry." She put on a coat, leashed the dog, and took it for a walk.
The fresh morning air was refreshing. Wendy ran a lap in the central park with the dog, then bought breakfast nearby and went home.
After setting up breakfast, she went to wake Caspian, who was still asleep. She didn't hold back, kicking him a few more times and shouting, "Caspian, get up and eat."
Caspian mumbled but didn't move.
Wendy pushed him a few more times and shouted, "Hurry up. Don't waste my time. I have to go to work."
Caspian, after being pushed, slowly opened his eyes, waking up a bit, and groggily asked, "What?"
"Get up and have breakfast! I have to go to work!" Wendy said seriously.
He sat up dizzily, rubbing his temples, and said, "My head hurts. Do you have any hangover medicine?"
Wendy remarked, "Please, do you think this is your home? I don't have hangover medicine. I bought breakfast. Eat some to sober up."
Caspian looked up at her without speaking, merely frowning slightly. Then he leaned to one side, lifted one butt cheek, and farted.
Only Caspian could be so shameless as to fart in front of a girl he wasn't close with.
Embarrassed and incredulous, Wendy stomped her foot and exclaimed, "Couldn't you wait until I left?"
"I couldn't hold it." Caspian yawned, got out of bed, and asked. "What's for breakfast?"
"Cereal" She turned and quickly left, afraid he'd bring the smell with him.
She was fed up. Yesterday she saw him poop, while today she heard him fart. With all these inappropriate acts, he didn't treat her as an outsider!
Breakfast was laid out on the coffee table in the living room. Wendy didn't wait for him and started eating by herself.
Caspian came out of the bedroom and headed to the bathroom. Passing Wendy, he asked, "You didn't throw away the toothbrush I used yesterday, did you?"
"No," she replied indifferently.
He asked, "Does your father have any new underwear? Could you get me a pair?. I need to shower."
Wendy looked at him in astonishment and said, "You can go home to take a shower."
"I have things to do today, so I'm heading straight there without going home." Caspian had already reached the bathroom door and started undressing. He teased. "Are you going to wait until I start showering to bring them? Do you want to peek at me?"
"Stop being disgusting!" Wendy got up. "Stand at the door, and I'll get them now."
"Is he my husband? Why do I have to get him underwear? How can he say it so shamelessly? Doesn't he feel embarrassed?" Wendy muttered to herself as she rummaged through the wardrobe.
Having found the underwear, she handed it to him and urged, "Hurry up and shower. Don't make me late for work."
"Did you forget how awesome I was yesterday?" Caspian closed the bathroom door, saying. "Don't worry. I won't make you late!"
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