Chapter 439 Drunk Nicholas
The spicy drink slid down Nicholas's throat, warming him up from the inside out. His face turned a bit red as the heat spread through his body.
Dylan grinned and said, "Mr. Ramsey, you sure can handle your liquor."
He poured Nicholas another drink, showering him with compliments like "young and promising," "future leader of Dreamopolis's business world," and "the pride of the Ramsey Group." He didn't hold back on the flattery.
Nicholas, accustomed to such sycophantic praise for as long as he could remember, stared back at Dylan impassively. No amount of lavish praise would coax him into drinking more than he intended.
Dylan then turned to Winona and Nicholas, raising his glass. "I wish you both the best and hope your dreams come true soon."
After speaking, he glanced over at Winona and then shot Nicholas a knowing look.
Nicholas felt a pang of frustration. How long had he been gone, and Dylan was already pushing other guys towards Winona, wishing them well? But if he didn't drink, wouldn't that mean he wouldn't achieve his desires?
With a sneer, Nicholas downed his drink in one go, thinking that once everything was settled, Dylan would be the first to go.
Dylan's plan was clear: get Nicholas drunk. He knew Nicholas's weakness and kept pushing him to drink. Seeing through Dylan's intentions, Nicholas's assistant quickly stepped in to block the drinks. By the end of the meal, all three of them were drunk.
Winona had the driver take the unconscious Dylan and the assistant to a nearby hotel to rest, instructing him to keep an eye on them. She then turned to Nicholas and asked, "Can you still walk?"
Drunk Nicholas looked at her with confused eyes, nodding obediently.
"Alright, let's go. I'll take you to rest," Winona said, starting to leave. After a few steps, she realized Nicholas wasn't following. She turned back to see him still sitting there, looking at her with pitiful eyes. When he saw her turn back, his eyes lit up like a puppy seeing its owner return. He said, "I can't walk, my legs are weak."
Winona sighed, "Is there any part of you that's not weak?"
She immediately regretted it, realizing she was talking to Nicholas, not Zachary. But Nicholas's face and actions often reminded her of Zachary.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Nicholas's touch startled her, causing her to instinctively retreat.
"Nicholas, what are you doing?" she asked.
Nicholas replied, "You asked if there's any part of me that's not weak. I'll show you."
His hand was held down by Winona, so he could only look at her with innocent, serious eyes, like a kid answering a simple question. Even though his words could be seen as inappropriate, Winona couldn't take them that way.
She said, "Don't do that here; can we go somewhere else first?"
"No," Nicholas shook his head. "You've always wanted to see. I'll show you."
He started undoing his belt. Drunk Nicholas was strong and had no reservations. Winona couldn't stop him in time, and the buckle was undone.
"Nicholas..." Winona was really troubled.
She wanted to pull down his pants to confirm if he was Zachary, but the private room door stood wide open, exposing them to occasional passersby. Above them, a security camera blinked, monitored by whoever sat in the security room.
If Nicholas really took off his pants, by tomorrow, their 'affair' would be all over the news, making headlines.
Winona coaxed softly, "Not here; there are too many people. If you take it off, not just me, but they will see too."
Nicholas tilted his head, looking innocent. He asked, "Then what should we do?"
Winona said, "Can we change places?"
"Okay." Nicholas nodded heavily, lowering his eyes andfocusing on trying to buckle his belt. "I won't let them see, only you," he said.
Winona was speechless. She raised her hand to press her throbbing temples. Just as she was about to move aside, Nicholas stopped his actions, looked up, and stared at her pitifully.
"Are you leaving?" he asked.
Winona said irritably, "Hurry up."
Nicholas said, "I can't do it."
Winona was both anxious and annoyed. She didn't want to deal with him, but Nicholas's behavior was indeed inappropriate. If someone suddenly walked in, they might get the wrong idea.
So she bent down, blocking the camera with her back, quickly buckled his half-open belt, and helped him up by the arm.
Maybe because she felt guilty, after leaving the private room, she always felt the waiters were looking at her strangely. Winona hurriedly took him to the front desk to pay. She originally wanted Nicholas to sit on the nearby sofa and wait, but he refused and insisted on following her.
The waiter said, "The total is $35,800. Will you be paying by card or cash?"
Winona, holding Nicholas, found it hard to operate with one hand. After finally freeing a hand to get her wallet, she saw that Nicholas had already pulled out a black card from his wallet and handed it over. "Here, use this," he said.
Winona said, "Mr. Ramsey, let me pay."
Nicholas said, "No, I can't let you pay for this."
Winona responded, "It's not my money—it's a business expense. I'll get reimbursed."
"No." Nicholas was very insistent.
After leaving the restaurant, Winona didn't take Nicholas to a hotel, fearing they might run into the media. Instead, she took him straight to her home. She wasn't a celebrity, and at the Bailey Group, she was just an insignificant assistant; no reporters would follow her.
At home, she directly threw Nicholas onto the sofa. Although he had been cooperative all the way, he was still quite drunk and unsteady, a condition that had left her physically and emotionally drained.
Winona was sweating. She fanned herself with her hand while turning on the air conditioner. She then said, "Take it off."
Nicholas, hugging a pillow on the sofa, his eyes full of drunkenness, still shook his head firmly when he heard her. "I can't take it off in front of others; only my girlfriend can see my body."
Winona almost got a headache from him. She asked, "Nicholas, are you pretending, deliberately messing with me?"
"Can't let others see. I won't take it off." Nicholas not only verbally refused but also held down his belt buckle with his hand, staring at Winona defensively.
Winona took a deep breath, patiently coaxing, "I am your girlfriend."
Nicholas stared at her for a full five minutes, his hand guarding the belt buckle loosening. He said, "Then kiss me and I'll believe you."
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