Chapter 1057 Once
He looked like he'd lost his mind.
"Heather!" Yancy yelled her name like a madman.
Heather, drunk and bleary-eyed, squinted at the fuzzy figure in front of her. "Am I dreaming? Yancy? Every time I get wasted, I see you."
Yancy stared at Heather, stunned. 'I don't really remember much about her, just that we broke up. She's greedy and vain, and honestly, she's pretty plain. So why do I feel so weird?'
Heather shut her eyes, thinking it was all a dream. 'I always dream of Yancy. It's nice to see him whenever I get drunk.'
"Hey, wake up. You planning to sleep here?" Yancy nudged her arm with his foot as she lay on the ground, seemingly out cold.
He sighed, a bit annoyed, but bent down and picked her up.
Heather was light, so it wasn't hard for Yancy to lift her.
He carried her to his car, started it up, and hit the gas.
It was late, and the streets were empty. He glanced at Heather in the backseat. "Heather, wake up. Where do you live?"
Heather, completely hammered, didn't respond.
Yancy didn't head back to Jasmine Mansion. Instead, he drove to the nearest hotel, booked a room, and carried her inside.
Even in her deep sleep, Heather wasn't peaceful.
She blinked, seeing a blurry figure, and whispered, "Yancy, you're back."
The scent was unmistakably Yancy's, making Heather feel all warm and fuzzy.
Yancy, surprised, looked down at her. "You went to a bar alone this late? If I hadn't been there, that punk would've taken advantage of you. Are you that clueless? Don't you know to call for help or the cops when you're in trouble?"
Yancy gritted his teeth. Just thinking about that punk's hand on Heather's waist made him insanely jealous. He wanted to break that guy's hand. He didn't know what was wrong with him.
Yancy supported Heather and opened the door with the room card. She was like dead weight, leaning on him. He had to hold her tight, open the door, and then pick her up again. "You're such a handful!"
He laid her on the bed and was about to leave when Heather grabbed his hand. "Yancy."
Yancy loosened his tie. "Let go!"
Heather didn't let go. She didn't even realize it was Yancy; she just instinctively held onto his hand.
A sliver of light broke into her world. She knew she was just an ordinary girl from a regular family, not someone who deserved Yancy from his wealthy background.
"Yancy," she murmured.
Yancy was about to pry her hand off when he saw the tears in her eyes and froze.
'Why does seeing Heather cry make me feel so sad? It's like a part of my heart is breaking. What was my past with Heather really like?' Yancy wondered.
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