Kay Forrest snatched Jane Quinlan from Nolan Moore’s back and embraced her in his arms.
But her body inexplicably slipped downward.
He had to squat down to barely support her.
Seeing her , still not opening her eyes, he raised his hand and lightly tapped her face.
"Jane, Jane, wake up, it’s me."
Seeing her without any response, Kay Forrest glared at Nolan Moore with a grim look and roared in anger.
"What have you done to her?"
Nolan Moore shrugged: "She just drank a few shots of white liquor on her own."
"A few shots of white liquor?" Kay Forrest raised his hand and had a waitress help support Jane.
He stood up and walked over to stare down at Nolan Moore in fury.
"What are you looking at? Even if you keep staring, you can’t change the fact, can you?"
"Really? Since it can’t be changed, then let me properly settle the score with you."
With that, he hooked a punch at Nolan Moore.
Because his punch was too fast, Nolan Moore, who was trying to guess his next move, couldn’t even dodge in time.
He took a vicious blow to the bridge of his nose, staggering backward as if his bones were about to shatter.
He looked up with fury at Kay Forrest, his right thumb touching his nose.
It was painfully sour.
"Am I crazy?" Kay Forrest stepped forward and grabbed Nolan Moore by the collar.
"Do you want me to show you what true madness is?"
The recklessness and fierce coldness in Kay Forrest’s eyes caused Nolan Moore to lift the corners of his lips coldly.
"What does it matter if you’ve gone crazy? You should know very well who made me do this.
If you could have handled your own matters properly,
I wouldn’t have come back at all today, you should be very clear about that."
Kay Forrest pushed him away: "Listen, Nolan Moore, I won’t just let this go."
He turned around and with effort, lifted Jane sideways into the back seat of his car.
Getting into his car, he floored the accelerator, heading straight for the hospital.
In a daze, Jane heard a noisy commotion.
Later, it seemed something happened, but she couldn’t remember.
Anyway, when she woke up, she was lying in a hospital.
And Kay Forrest was taking a nap beside her.
Jane blinked her eyes.
Wasn’t she drinking in a restaurant? How did she end up here?
And how did Kay Forrest find this place?
She didn’t have a phone.
This was weird; it couldn’t be a dream, could it?
She raised her hand and placed it on his face.
Kay Forrest suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her.
Jane swallowed, it wasn’t a dream.
It was real. She was in the hospital, and Kay Forrest was keeping her company.
"Sober? Do you know where you are?"
Jane nodded again: "The hospital."
Kay Forrest breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn’t heaven.
Last night, when she woke up, she was holding the nurse’s hand and wailing, asking how she died and how she ended up in heaven.
That moment confused the nurse to tears.
Later, when she saw him, she cried even harder.
Even now, he remembered her snot and tears as she clung to him: "How did you die?
How did we get to heaven?
Boo hoo, I haven’t even said goodbye to my parents yet.
Thinking about last night’s drama, he couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle.
He found that she really knows how to stir up a commotion when she’s drunk.
Last time as well, and again this time.
In short, she’s definitely not someone who rests well after getting drunk.
But the only satisfying thing last night was that she had beaten up Nolan Moore, who came later to visit her, until his face was swollen and bruised, driving him to flee.
Honestly, having known Nolan Moore for so many years, he had never seen him get knocked into such a sorry state.
"What are you laughing at?"
The words Jane uttered felt somewhat tearing.
"My throat hurts so much."
"After drinking so much, it would be strange if your throat felt comfortable."
Jane pouted: "How did I end up in the hospital?"
Jane thought for a moment and shook her head.
"What’s the last thing you remember?"
Jane carefully recalled: "I was drinking with people at the dinner table."
Kay Forrest nodded with a smile, indeed, selectively amnesic.
Just like Hunter Warren.
Drunk and slept with a woman without even knowing it.
It seems that in the future, she definitely can’t be allowed to go out and drink alone.
Too dangerous, likely to cause social unrest.
"You haven’t answered my question yet. How did I get to the hospital,
and how did you find me?
My phone was taken by that Director Moore... ah, right.
Kay Forrest, didn’t you say you were going to arrange a good manager for the newspaper?
Why would you go for that jerk Nolan Moore?
He’s simply a scourge of the earth."