Chapter 960 Get On, I'll Carry You
Patrick picked up the decanter and leaned over to pour a little wine into Cindy's glass, then did the same for Phoebe and Theodore, and finally for himself.
Cindy's hand was still in his, her cheeks slightly flushed. She tried to pull away a few times but couldn't, so she glared at him. "Patrick, are you planning to make me watch you all eat?"
Patrick smiled gently. "I can feed you if you want."
Cindy huffed and pulled her hand back. She raised her wine glass and said, "Let's toast to our rare reunion."
The three of them clinked glasses with her.
Phoebe was about to drink when Theodore stopped her. "Just take a sip."
Phoebe ignored him and took a big gulp.
The wine was aged, smooth, and slightly sweet.
She took another sip and said, "This wine is really good."
Patrick said, "Theodore and I bought a vineyard abroad when we were twenty. That year, the grapes had a great harvest. We handpicked the best grapes to make this wine. It's been almost ten years now."
Hearing the story behind the wine, Phoebe couldn't help but take another sip, finishing her glass.
"I didn't know you guys could be so romantic," Phoebe said enviously.
Patrick picked up the decanter and poured her another half glass. Seeing her about to drink again, Cindy quickly stopped her. "Phoebe, don't just enjoy the wine. Try the food I made."
Phoebe put down her glass. Theodore had already placed a piece of meat in her bowl. She took a bite.
The meat had been stewed long enough to be tender. The marinade gave it a unique flavor.
"How does it taste?" Cindy asked eagerly.
Phoebe swallowed the meat and gave her a thumbs up. "It's delicious. You could open a restaurant with this skill."
Cindy beamed. "My parents would be so happy to hear that. Patrick, Mr. Reynolds, you should eat too."
The meal was enjoyed by all, and Phoebe, true to form, got drunk again.
The wine had a strong aftereffect.
She drank half a bottle by herself, and no one could stop her until Theodore noticed her flushed cheeks and slightly unfocused eyes.
He quickly took her glass away.
Phoebe didn't protest, resting her head on the table and closing her eyes.
Cindy looked at her worriedly, afraid the alcohol might harm her. She kicked Patrick under the table. "What's wrong with you? Why did you bring wine?"
Patrick felt wronged. "Today's a special day. Of course, we needed wine to celebrate. How is this my fault?"
Cindy glared at him. "If you hadn't brought the wine, Phoebe wouldn't be drunk. I shouldn't have invited you."
Seeing the two about to argue like children, Theodore quickly intervened. "Stop fighting. I'll help her to the couch."
He stood up, pushed his chair back, and lifted Phoebe in his arms, carrying her to the living room couch. He knelt beside the couch and gently laid her down.
Phoebe opened her eyes and saw Theodore. She sat up, her cheeks red. "Did I fall asleep?"
Theodore sat next to her. "The wine hit you hard. Want some water?"
Phoebe shook her head.
Hearing Cindy and Patrick talking in the dining room, she tried to stand but was gently pushed back by Theodore. "What are you doing?"
"Let's go," Phoebe said, sensing the tension between Cindy and Patrick. "They need to talk."
Theodore agreed. "I'll let Cindy know. You stay here."
Phoebe, now more awake, watched Theodore walk into the dining room. She didn't know what he said, but soon Cindy came out.
Theodore fetched Phoebe's coat and scarf, helping her put them on. "It's cold outside. Wear your coat."
Phoebe obediently put on her coat. As she was about to zip it up, Theodore's hand moved faster, zipping it for her and wrapping the scarf around her neck.
Cindy looked at her worriedly. "Phoebe, can you walk? If you're too dizzy, you can sleep here. We have a spare room."
Phoebe shook her head. "It's close. If I don't go home, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi will worry."
Cindy sighed. "Alright, be careful. The weather forecast says it might snow tonight. It's going to be cold."
Theodore put on his coat and walked out with Phoebe.
Cindy saw them to the elevator, watching it descend before turning back.
She looked up to see Patrick leaning against the doorframe.
She raised an eyebrow. "Dinner's over. Aren't you leaving? If it snows, the roads will be bad."
Patrick used her own words against her. "Didn't you say there's a spare room? If Phoebe's not using it, I will."
Cindy laughed in exasperation. "My place is too small. You won't be comfortable."
"I don't mind," Patrick said, turning on his heel and walking back inside.
Cindy stood at the door, fuming. She walked back to the dining room and saw the food in the pot. She slapped her forehead.
Patrick, eating, winced at the sound. "You're already clumsy. Don't make it worse."
Cindy glared at him. "I told Phoebe to take some meat, but I forgot."
"You can bring it to her tomorrow. Are you hungry? If so, sit down and eat with me." Patrick said.
Cindy was still hungry. She usually watched her diet to maintain her figure, but the delicious food had awakened her appetite.
She sat next to Patrick and picked up her fork to continue eating.
Downstairs, Phoebe and Theodore stepped outside.
The cold wind hit them, the bare tree branches casting shadows under the streetlights, making the night seem even more desolate.
The cold was biting, making Phoebe shiver. She tucked her hands into her pockets and was about to step down the stairs when Theodore grabbed her arm.
Theodore pulled a pair of leather gloves from his coat pocket and put them on her. "It's too cold. Wear these so you don't catch a cold."
Phoebe saw he was only wearing a suit jacket under his coat. She tried to take the gloves off and give them back. "You wear them. I'm not that cold."
Theodore stopped her. He turned around, crouching with his back to her. His voice was low and gentle. "Get on. I'll carry you."
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