Kay Forrest waved his hand: "Forget it, I knew you’d say you can’t remember."
"I won’t stoop to your level, just eat your meal in peace."
"How can I eat in peace when you put it that way," she glanced at him, really driving her nuts.
"Do you really want to know?"
Seeing his expression, Jane Quinlan hesitated for a moment and then shook her head: "Never mind, I don’t want to know anymore."
Kay Forrest shook his head and laughed. This was the first time in his life he had seen a woman genuinely drunk.
To be that drunk... it was indeed something that made him both laugh and cry.
Why do I say she was truly drunk? Simple, a sober person wouldn’t throw up all over themselves and make a scene shouting in the streets without caring about their image.
Luckily she doesn’t remember, otherwise she would definitely regret not controlling her inebriation yesterday.
An incident like yesterday’s where she drank on his behalf should be a one-time thing; he absolutely did not want to experience it a second time.
Because taking a drunk, unreasonable woman covered in filth back home really is a job that requires finesse.
Cajoling and lying to her while she occasionally fails to recognize him.
Recalling the look on her face when she asked him "Who are you again?" he clicked his tongue and shook his head.
And then remembering when she said "Oh, you’re that super rich and bad guy.
No no no, you’re not bad, Xavier, Xavier is the worst.
Xavier, you beast, I will never forgive you in this lifetime.’
He looked up at her, and at this moment she was also intently looking at him with tangled thoughts.
"Why do I feel like... your expression is full of stories?"
Kay Forrest placed a slice of meat into her bowl: "What happened last night is in the past, just avoid drinking too much in the future."
Jane Quinlan pursed her lips, and before she could say anything, Kay Forrest continued: "Also, some beasts should be forgotten, okay?"
"The beast you said you can’t forgive in this lifetime, should I mention his name?"
Jane Quinlan raised her hand to cover her lips and looked at him in surprised disbelief: "Did I... say something?"
Not much, just a few shouts.
Jane Quinlan closed her eyes deeply regretting and just wanting to die.
It seems that the scene she suddenly remembered this morning was not a dream.
"Also, don’t lie to me in the future.
I hate it the most when women lie to me. Don’t do it again, understand?"
"Lie?" she asked him tentatively.
Jane Quinlan immediately closed her mouth and lowered her head to start eating.
Seeing her suddenly behaving, he tried to contain his smile and leaned in closer: "Also, definitely avoid getting drunk and randomly kissing men in the future, that kind of behavior is really not good."
"Don’t talk nonsense thinking I won’t remember, I wouldn’t do that."
"So, you’re quite confident in yourself?"
He raised his hand and pointed to his mouth: "Do you know how many times I brushed my teeth last night?
I can still remember the disgusting taste in your mouth after you threw up."
Jane Quinlan put down her chopsticks and stood up to stare at him.
He looked up at her with raised eyebrows: "Whether you admit it or not, I’m not planning to hold you accountable."
She kissed him after throwing up?
She was really, hehehe, eager for death.
She knew that taste must be disgusting without him saying it.
"Why are you staring at me? Sit down and eat."
Jane Quinlan blinked her eyes and muttered an apology before turning around and heading back to her room.
She closed the door with a bang, her face burning hot.
She actually kissed him, and after throwing up...
Damn it, why did she choose such a time to do it, really, she was so drunk, deadly drunk.
She slapped her mouth and flopped onto the bed, wrapping herself up with the comforter.
After a while, there was a knock on the door from Kay Forrest.
Jane Quinlan shouted: "I’m not eating anymore, just go after you’re done."
"Your aunt’s phone call."
His voice was calm and measured from outside.
She sat up and looked at the nightstand, damn, she forgot to take her phone out of her bag after going out to buy groceries.
She dejectedly opened the door, and he had already answered the call, chatting with Mom Quinlan.
"She’s off today, and since I had nothing to do at noon I came home for lunch.
Jane Quinlan’s cooking skills are so good, it would be a waste not to use them.
Yes, yes, auntie, don’t worry, we’re doing fine."
She was too embarrassed to look at his face and snatched the phone from his hand: "Why did you just answer my phone?"
While saying this, she walked to the balcony and put the phone to her ear: "Hello, Mom."