Chapter 302 A Drunken Solution to a Thousand Sorrows

Amy had been trying to see Alexander for the past two weeks, but every time she was stopped by his bodyguards before she could even catch a glimpse of him. This made her very depressed, the gap between reality and her imagination was too big.

That evening, she went to her usual bar to drink. After a few drinks, she was already quite tipsy. With worries on her mind, it didn't take much alcohol to get her drunk.

"Miss, are you here alone?" A man approached her.

Amy held her glass, glanced at him sideways, and rolled her eyes without saying a word.

Quentin Walker got interested, "A beautiful woman with a fiery personality, I like it!" He said, sitting down and putting his arm around her shoulder.

Amy looked at Quentin with disgust and said coldly, "Take your hand off me, I'm not in the mood tonight."

"I'll make you feel better," Quentin said, making a move to pull her up.

"Quentin, I can't believe you're here!" Adam walked over.

"I met a woman with a strong personality, and she's quite the arrogant type," Quentin said with a wicked smile.

Adam and Amy's eyes met, both slightly surprised. Amy turned her head away.

Adam sneered and whispered a few words in Quentin's ear. The latter smiled and left.

He sat next to her, ordered a drink, and asked gleefully, "Feeling down because you can't see Mr. Sinclair, so you came here to drown your sorrows?"

"None of your business," Amy glared at him and said irritably.

Adam didn't get angry. He took a slow sip of his drink and said, "Drinking to forget your troubles only makes them worse."

"I know you're here to laugh at me. It doesn't matter. It's not over yet, who knows who will have the last laugh." Amy slammed her glass on the table and stood up to leave.

But as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy and her legs gave way. Adam quickly caught her.

"How much did you drink? You can't even stand!" Adam helped her back into the chair.

Amy lay on the bar, suddenly crying softly. She had always been strong in front of Adam, but now she showed her vulnerability, which stirred his sympathy.

"Crying won't help. You might as well keep drinking." Adam took a bottle from the bartender, opened it, and poured her a full glass.

"Give up the idea of being a mistress. My sister and Alexander have a great relationship. Do you think you can destroy it just because you want to?" Adam hit her where it hurt, but it was the plain truth.

"How am I a mistress?" Amy downed her drink in one gulp and sneered, "Your sister is the mistress. She ruined my relationship with Alexander!"

"Say what you want," Adam said lazily, drinking his drink. "Is Alexander really that great? You can't live without him?"

"Yes! He's the best!" Amy lay on the bar, holding her glass, and said drowsily, "From the moment I first saw him, I fell in love. All these years, I've never loved anyone else. No one compares to him!"

Adam scoffed, "You come here often, indulging in your desires. You don't seem like someone with such thoughts."

"Indulging in desires and true love are two different things, you ignorant fool," Amy muttered, turning her head away.

"Turn back and keep drinking. One drink to forget all your worries. Once you're drunk, you'll forget who Alexander is!" Adam patted her.

Amy slowly turned back, her eyes blurry, and grabbed the glass on the table.

The noisy crowd seemed to fade away at some point, and her body felt light as if she was floating up to the sky, feeling wonderful.

Amy slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling for a while before realizing she was lying on a bed in the hotel.

She put her hand on her forehead, the hangover giving her a splitting headache. How did she get to the hotel?

A groan from someone stretching caught her attention, startling her. There was someone else in the bed?

Her surprise outweighed her shyness. She was no longer a young girl, long past the age of being flustered and bashful.

She kicked the person next to her and said, "Are you awake? Turn around!"

"What?" Adam squinted his eyes and slowly turned around.

Amy stared at him in disbelief and asked, "Why is it you?"

"Is there a problem?" Adam frowned, his face showing the ugliness of being woken up.

Amy kicked him harder, "How did we end up together last night? How could I sleep with someone like you?"

"Don't act so high and mighty. Can't you handle going out to play? It's all consensual. Don't pretend to be pure in front of me," Adam said, annoyed.

Amy admitted he was right. If you can't handle it, don't go out to play. But she always had high standards for the men she picked, and Adam was the lowest of the low, making her feel uncomfortable.

"You suggested it last night, right? I was so drunk, completely out of it! You took advantage of me!" Amy mocked him.

Adam sobered up a bit, leaned against the headboard with his arms lazily behind his head, and sneered, "When I suggested it, you weren't out of it. You're a member of this hotel and even got us a discount."

"I blacked out, so whatever you say goes." Amy wrapped herself in a sheet and headed to the bathroom, asking, "Did you use protection last night?"

"I know the rules. I used one!" Adam said, watching her slender shoulders, a red birthmark looking very alluring, making his throat involuntarily move up and down.

Amy got herself together and was about to leave. Before she went out, she warned him, "I'm telling you, keep this to yourself. Don't tell anyone, got it?"

"Are you ordering me around?" Adam raised an eyebrow, looking roguish, and said, "It depends on my mood. I have a bad habit of saying everything when I'm angry. You better not piss me off."

Amy said angrily, "You'd better hope I never see you again., then I won't piss you off! Goodbye!" She slammed the door and left.

Adam touched his chin, smiled roguishly, and reminisced about the wild night. Not bad.

Amy went home, got herself together, changed clothes, and went to Harmony Jewelry.

Blake had arrived early at the store. Seeing her looking unwell, he asked with concern, "What's wrong? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Amy said, "Stayed up a bit late, but it's fine." She then looked down at the report on her phone.

Blake watched her working seriously, liking her even more. His eyes wandered over her, and suddenly, he noticed a red hickey on her neck. Shocked, he blurted out, "Where did you go last night?"

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