The old butler worriedly walked over, wanting to snatch the item from Landon Lawson’s hand, but the man deftly evaded the butler’s hand.
"Don’t worry about me, let me drink to oblivion!"
"Young master, you’ve drunk too much. If you continue , it will ruin your health."
The old butler said with some concern. Red wine, in moderation, can soften blood vessels, but too much of it is absolutely more harmful than beneficial, not to mention Landon Lawson’s current reckless drinking.
"Tell me, am I a complete failure? Now even Miles has broken ties with me. We’ve been friends for over twenty years, why wouldn’t he talk to me about anything?"
At this moment, Landon Lawson looked like a child, his eyes unusually filled with tears. It’s often said that drinking a lot can make one drunk, making it so there’s no need to dwell on things. But after drinking so much, why hasn’t Landon Lawson gotten drunk? Instead, he’s more awake? Those headache-inducing matters only turn back to haunt him more?
"Oh, young master, you really are the best person I have ever met." The old butler didn’t really know what had happened, but Landon Lawson truly was a good kid.
Landon laughed self-deprecatingly, muttering to himself, "If I were really as good as you say, then why did Sienna leave me five years ago, knowing she was pregnant? Gone for five full years? Even now that she’s back, she doesn’t want to reconcile with me, the coldness is truly palpable."
Mentioning Sienna, Landon’s pupils were filled with sorrow.
The old butler knew that no matter how much he said now, it would be useless. He turned and left the wine cellar, leaving Landon to gulp down the wine.
Sienna sat at home, having just taken over the Quinn Group. Although there was a major reshuffle, truly running a group isn’t that easy.
These newcomers also need time to be honed and integrated. These things all require time.
Making plans, Sienna was suddenly interrupted by a shrill phone ring. Looking at the time on the wall clock, it was already eleven thirty. Who would call at such a late hour?
Picking up the phone and seeing the caller ID, it was a call from the Lawson Family villa.
Seeing the villa’s number, Sienna felt a surge of anger. Ever since Landon met Vera Yates, there had been no news from him. It seems this man has truly been bewitched by that woman, with no ability to think, previously saying he’d help her, yet after that he disappeared like a puff of smoke.
"Calling me now? You expect me to indulge you?" Sienna was about to angrily hang up the phone, but her finger hesitated over the reject button, clearly wanting to press it, but her hand seemed out of control, unable to actually do it.
Hesitating for a long time, she finally moved her finger aside and pressed the answer button.
"Madam!" An elderly voice sounded, causing Sienna to pause for a moment. It was actually the old butler’s voice, why would he call her at such a late hour? This was somewhat unusual.
"What’s wrong?" Sienna asked quizzically, feeling a bit disappointed. It wasn’t that thankless rogue Landon calling; it seems they really have no place in his heart.
"The young master is drinking in the wine cellar now, no matter how much I persuade him, it doesn’t work. I was hoping you could come and persuade him. He’s already drunk five bottles of red wine."
The old butler’s voice was filled with helplessness. If there was really another way, he wouldn’t have called Sienna. Sienna was taken aback; in her impression, Landon was never a man who loved to drink. Why is he suddenly binge drinking at home?
And judging by the butler’s words, is Landon drinking to drown his sorrows?
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What’s going on this time?
"Alright, I’ll head over now."
After arranging things for Evan Quinn, Sienna drove overnight to the Lawson Family. The old butler had already been waiting at the door.
"What’s up with Landon Lawson? Why is he drowning himself?"
"It’s because of young master Grant." The old butler sighed helplessly.
Sienna was startled, Miles? Why because of Miles? Aren’t they good brothers?
Seeing the butler’s demeanor, he probably didn’t know much. Following him inside, when they reached the wine cellar, the thick smell of alcohol hit her, causing Sienna’s pretty eyebrows to furrow.
Upon seeing the drunk and disordered man in the corner, Sienna was truly shocked.
Sienna walked over, looking at the utterly intoxicated Landon.
The man mumbled blearily, his naturally handsome face now flushed. The usual cold aura was replaced with an unusual softness, and his deep, pool-like eyes were covered with a thin mist, making him seem more ethereal, almost inescapably attractive.
His red lips opened and closed: "Sienna? Why are you here?"
"If I hadn’t come, you’d drink yourself to death. Our precious son has just gained a father, I wouldn’t want him to lose his father so early!"
Sienna said in exasperation, but seeing Landon in this state, her heart ached deeply. What’s he going through? Why is he so desolate?
Landon actually laughed, his beautiful dark eyes curved into an alluring arc, revealing a row of white teeth. The cold aura instantly vanished, and he seemed to be illuminated by a gentle light.
The old butler knew there was no longer anything for him to do here with Sienna present, so he silently left the wine cellar. Only Sienna could possibly console Landon now.
Sienna was warmed by this gentle smile, and the previously cold wine cellar seemed to become warmer.
Can this man smile? And with such sweetness?
This is no wolf cub, at this moment, Landon is clearly a gentle little puppy!
"Did I drink too much? I thought getting drunk would make me forget all those unhappy things, but I didn’t expect I’d still dream of you, Sienna, I miss you so much."
After speaking, Landon opened his arms and pulled Sienna into his embrace, greedily placing his head on her shoulder, burying it between those soft locks, inhaling her scent deeply.
Like a fluffy little dog nuzzling at Sienna’s neck, like an injured kitten seeking its owner’s solace.
Sienna didn’t know what exactly had happened, or why he was , but at this moment, faced with such a wounded man, Sienna couldn’t bear to push him away.
Reaching out her hand, hesitating a few times, finally she gently placed it on Landon’s hair, softly caressing.
"I’m here, I’ve always been here."
"Liar, you left for five years, a whole five years! You’re really a heartless woman, chasing me so fiercely, and as soon as you married me, you left without a word. You call me cruel, but you’re the cruelest one."