Chapter 97 Gwenda, You’re Drunk
Gwenda?
The corners of August's mouth twitched.
What an intimate tone Olivier used.
"It's delicious..."
Gwenda's eyes were half-lidded as she giggled at Olivier. Then, she raised the glass in her hand and said, "This is delicious."
Olivier could smell the alcohol from her. He frowned and asked, "Did you drink too much?"
"No! I did not. I'm drinking this drink."
Gwenda corrected him with a pout.
August was speechless. "Gwenda, that's a high-level alcohol drink that you're drinking."
"It's not!"
Gwenda glared at him. "That's bullsh*t!"
"I was going to drink that glass."
August rolled his eyes at her. "Whatever, sit properly. Don't act like a drunkard."
"I'm not drunk, you're the one who's acting like a drunkard!"
Gwenda said angrily before looking at Olivier with a giggle, "Look at him, he's drunk."
"Be good."
Olivier could not help but laugh as he patted her head. His voice became doting and indulgent as he said, "Don't drink anymore and sit properly. I'll send you back after I wrap things up with your cousin."
"But this is delicious."
Gwenda shielded her glass from Olivier with a pout. Her eyes were hazy but she looked adorable.
Olivier's gaze became heated and he swallowed. "Behave!"
"Olivier..."
Gwenda's eyes fluttered as she stared at him. She could not help but poke at his face with a finger. "You're kinda handsome..." Well, she had begun to spout nonsense.
August facepalmed.
What an embarrassment...
However, Olivier only had a look of indulgence on his face. He rested his chin on one hand and said, "Well, you have good taste."
August could not believe what he was seeing.
Gwenda bit her lip before saying, "So handsome. It would be a pity if other women took advantage of you."
Hearing this, Olivier raised his eyebrows. Just as he was about to respond, he was interrupted by August. "Gwenda Evans, you knock it off right now. Sit up straight and don't run your mouth!" Honestly, as a young woman, she was not modest at all.
Having been lectured, Gwenda huffed lightly but did not say anything else.
But Olivier had not yet heard what she was going to say next, and his mind began to wander.
As a result, he did not pay much attention to anything August said.
Half an hour later, Olivier eventually proposed to leave first.
August knew that things were almost settled, so he did not try to keep him and went to pay the bill.
As soon as August left, Olivier shifted his gaze to Gwenda.
At this moment, she was already drunk and had fallen asleep on the table.
Staring at her fair and lovely face, Olivier could not help but pinch her cheek. Her skin was smooth to the touch.
It made him feel as if he wanted to kiss her right now.
Her sleep having been disrupted, Gwenda grumbled and smacked his hand away, whining, "It itches..."
"Is it alright if I take you home?"
Olivier leaned over and whispered in her ear.
Having felt that scorching warmth tickling her ear, Gwenda slowly opened her hazy eyes and saw a handsome visage close-up. She smiled. "Olivier..."
"Yes?"
"I want to go home."
"Okay, but you've got to get up first."
Olivier gripped her arm and held onto her waist, helping her up this way.
Gwenda leaned against him limply.
Olivier's eyes darkened slightly. He picked up her bag and left the private room with her.
At this moment, August had returned and saw Olivier supporting a drunk Gwenda out of the private room. He walked up to them and reached out for his cousin. "Mr. Petit, I shall not trouble you further. I'll take Gwenda home."
"It's alright, I know where she lives."
Olivier turned to leave even as he spoke.
August stopped him. "This... isn't the best course of action. I think it's better if I take her home instead."
Olivier halted and turned to look at August, his eyes flashing with seriousness as he said, "Mr. Reed, please be assured. I do like Gwenda, but I would never take advantage of her while she's drunk. You don't have to worry."
August was embarrassed.
As Gwenda's cousin, it did not seem appropriate for him to interfere. But at the same time, it felt wrong for him not to. However, he still believed in Olivier's character.
This was especially the case when he was so forthright, and he did not seem to be that sort of person.
After a moment of hesitation, August finally stepped aside. "Then I'll have to trouble you to take good care of her."
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