Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 185 A True Talk After Getting Drunk (2)

She couldn't stand the force from the very beginning. She had seen all kinds of conflicts and suspicions from the very beginning, and she had also been despised by Harry.

She had gone through so many hardships and she didn't want to give up. She really didn't want herself to be looked down upon.

Tears began rolling down her eyes, from which the transparent colorless liquid slid to the corner of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it carelessly. They tasted salty.

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At this moment, she really hoped that time could go back. She didn't want to stay at home for Harry. She could go to any country or any other places, either traveling or studying abroad.

But all these had to be done in her imagination. She had almost lived a third of her life, and was almost destroyed by someone.

Inside the villa halfway up the mountain, only two men were chatting while drinking. No, in fact, only Richie had been talking all the time.

The words echoed in his mind. As Tim couldn't hear what he was saying, he took a few steps closer to him. Then he was forced by Richie to drink some spirits. His throat was so painful that he could not feel his heartbeat.

He got closer and heard the man murmuring. He was telling the story between him and Angie all the time. After getting drunk, there was excitement in his eyes that intoxicated him in the memory and he knew the end of the pain.

"We were going to get married, and she was going to be the mistress of the Ye Clan... All because of... I was so disappointing at that time, and she... "

Before he finished, he couldn't speak a complete word. He choked with sobs, trying to adjust his breath and stop himself from being sad.

Tim raised his goblet and gulped it down before he responded. The mysterious smile on his face was unfathomable.

The man who indulged himself in memory could not extricate himself from the pain caused by the accident. He did not feel any emotion of the victim, but kept talking about his own feelings for that moment.

Tim suddenly remembered what Cassie had told him. If a man was drunk and didn't talk about his ex- girlfriend, his drinking would be in vain.

At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Until now, the image of the man who always said he would never be drunk collapsed, and he was still completely convinced after saying his ex-girlfriend.

"What if I had a little sense of crisis or I had the ability to protect myself? Do you think that we would have a different ending?"

With a glass of colorless and transparent wine in his hand, Richie turned around and saw a blurry figure of Tim. He looked like a shadow.

"One, two, three... Well, Tim, when did you have three heads?" His big smile was still obstinate, which made Tim feel like his head was aching.

Tim rubbed his forehead and wanted to explain something to him. But he was drunk and he knew that what he said was no more than empty words.

"You are drunk." Tim kept silent for a while before he replied in a low voice. Richie looked at him with burning eyes.

There was no light in the empty room. All the lights were lit by the red moon above the sky. Half of the face was hidden in the shadow, and only the half exposed face was left without much expression.

Richie felt boring, so he turned around and drank the wine. Then he leaned over and exhaled the smell of wine. "You haven't answered my question yet."

The question was so unexpected that Tim didn't know how to answer it. For a moment, he wanted to ignore it.

This man had already had a legal wife, and he was still so obsessed with his ex-girlfriend?

After hesitating for a while, he voiced out his thoughts, "Richie, if Angie becomes your wife, you won't be able to meet Consuela, your wife now."

After saying that, he lowered his head to drink, unwilling to look at the man again.

Richie wanted to take a few steps back, but he didn't stand firm and almost fell on the carpet. Then he grabbed the curtain in time.

After he landed on the ground steadily, Tim put away the worried look on his face and looked up at the trouble maker again.

When he was not drunk, he looked mature and steady, but when he was drunk he was almost as cold as a homeless man.

"I think I know the answer." The first thing he said after he steadied himself was to answer what he had just said.

With eyes half closed, his thin lips curved like a smile, and he seemed to refrain from crying. Tim had no idea what to do. Now he was totally confused.

He was so worried about his boss after he got drunk. He really wanted to take him back to the villa and have his wife take good care of him.

But he could only think about it in his heart. Looking at the injured side face of that person, he really wanted to do something for him. Maybe he was just not used to being arrogant all the time. He suddenly fell into the mire.

"It was really painful for me to miss Angie, but I had to go." He had been pretending to be strong after Angie left, until he finally became strong, but the person he wanted to protect was already gone.

So there was a certain change throughout him. It seemed that chemical medicine clashed with each other and made a new species.

The night wind blew his short hair into the air. He rubbed it gently and calmly, as if he was not a drunken man. He shook the goblet in his hand, and all the wine in it spilled out when he fell down.

"Why don't you drink? You have been waiting for me to get drunk, haven't you?"

Waving his hand, Tim said helplessly, "If both of us get drunk, we will have a hard time tomorrow."

Perhaps feeling that his words were reasonable, Richie nodded without fully understanding. He walked very slowly and went to the counter that was filled with wine.

Tim stood still, but his eyes followed his every movement. He was afraid that this muddled person would have an accident in the place where he couldn't see.

The man, on the other hand, fortunately, tried to make a good showing. Apart from shaking his feet and blurring his eyes, everything else was pretty good. At least he opened the cork safely.

The transparent liquid was poured on the table by him, but he didn't pour any drop in the glass.

Tim was so desperate that he filled a glass of wine for each of them. When he looked around the balcony, he suddenly stopped. He stepped forward and opened the curtain. Then he saw many empty bottles in the cabinet.

When he looked back, there was only fear left in his eyes. It was a miracle that he didn't get alcohol poisoning and lived healthy till now.

"In fact, for Consuela, I've been always..."