Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 863

Chapter 863

There was a dedicated room in the house where he kept his alcohol, and it stored countless expensive drinks. He

kept drinking without abandon until there were more than a dozen empty bottles around him.

Was it a mistake to meet tonight? Otherwise, why was he so miserable?

As he raised his glass, he finished the drink and couldn't help but sneer at his pathetic state. "Heh…"

As long as Hanson was around, she wouldn't take another look at him. So how did things turn out like this?

"Why did I fall for her?" he mumbled, lost in his thoughts.

He couldn't believe that he would fall for Vania. Maybe his impression of her was already different the first time he

met her.

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Or perhaps when they were negotiating about Yvonne, he already realized that she was different.

Nevertheless, there was no need to pursue the cause behind his affections anymore. So what if he found out the

reason? It remained a fact that he had fallen for Vania!

"Heh…" he mocked himself and accidentally knocked over a bottle, alerting Yvonne, who happened to pass by.

She furrowed her brows as she went over and knocked on the door. "Thomas, are you in there?"

She knew that he had drunk a little too much today and it was Liam who sent him home, but why did he start

drinking again instead of taking a good rest?

When there was no answer after she had knocked twice, she opened the door and went in without permission.

"Thomas?" she gasped in surprise at the sight of the bottles strewn across the room. "What are you doing?"

This was the first time that she had seen him drinking alone.

It seemed like he was utterly wasted as he slumped over the bar without care. Then, at the sight of Yvonne, he

finished another glass and asked, intoxicated, "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

Judging from his bloodshot eyes, she could tell he was drunk, and she stepped forward to snatch the glass away

from his hand, but he dodged with surprisingly nimble reflexes despite being drunk.

"Yvonne," he whined unhappily, disgruntled that she tried to snatch his glass away.

"You're drunk, Thomas. I'll help you back to your room." Yvonne frowned and intended to stop him from drinking

further.

"I'm not drunk," he denied, pouring himself another drink with shaky hands.

Still, he couldn't control his hands very well as it was trembling like a leaf in the wind, and just like that, he started to

struggle with his hands that refused to listen to his brain. No matter what, he wanted to pour the drink into the glass

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to prove that he wasn't drunk.

But after a few tries, the drink ended up outside the glass, and Yvonne couldn't bear to watch him anymore. So, she

decisively reached out to snatch the drink from his hand.

"Thomas, stop drinking. I'll help you back to your room."

"Heh," he sneered again. "I want to drink. Then, I can forget about it when I'm drunk."

His melancholic words struck her by surprise, and she asked in puzzlement, "Thomas, what do you want to forget?"

But he gave her a vague answer. "I just want to forget."

"What?"

Yvonne wanted him to make himself clear because she felt that his words had a hidden meaning. Nonetheless, he

merely muttered a bunch of stuff in a drunken stupor, and she didn't understand a single word.

"Oh my, how can I ask a drunk man to make himself clear?" She shook her head helplessly. "Come on. I'm getting

you back to your room."

She gave up trying to push for answers, but she could tell that he was definitely keeping a secret.