Chapter 1450: Chapter 1450: No Woman Will Marry Him
Her alcohol tolerance wasn’t bad; even after drinking an entire bottle, her consciousness remained clear.
The red liquid flowed down the tall glass, shimmering with a dark and somber glow under the light.
She was the only one in the spacious private room.
In her ears, she could hear the noisy rock music and women’s screams from outside.
She covered her ears, tilted her head back, and gulped down another glass of alcohol.
She didn’t know how many times she had spent her days like this.
After a while, she lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes.
The mix of nicotine and alcohol was intoxicating, like floating freely through clouds, unimpeded and unrestricted.
Days like these were good, weren’t they?
The air in the private room was faint with the scent of essential oils, mingled with the smell of smoke and alcohol; she felt drowsy and her head felt heavy.
She didn’t like to dwell on things, preferring to live day by day.
People like her were doomed to have no future.
To live and dream in a drunken stupor for a lifetime.
Lilac Serval tilted her head, leaning against the cushion, still wearing that wine-red sweater and jeans.
Her slender silhouette was elongated by the light, casting her shadow on the floor.
In the gloomy space, the only thing she could hear was the noisy music from outside.
The spot over her heart felt numb, as if it were empty.
Once she finished her cigarette, she flicked away the butt.
She leaned back on the couch, eyes closed.
Darkness fell little by little.
Time passed without knowing how long, when in her drowsy state, she felt as if someone suddenly pulled her.
"Don’t, get lost!" Instinctively, she had a strong defensive reaction.
Her combat skills weren’t bad, an ordinary person would’ve cried out in pain from her punch, but the person only caught her hand without moving.
Only then did Lilac Serval open her bleary, drunken eyes.
A tall figure stood in front of her, with a lean physique and well-built body.
It was Charles McIntosh.
She thought, not many people could dodge her punches.
Under the dim lights, Charles’s face didn’t look very good; dark and gloomy, like the sky before a storm.
He gripped her hand, holding it firmly without loosening his grasp.
Lilac Serval moved her eyelids but didn’t speak, closing them again, drowsy and letting him hold her hand.
His hand was not warm at all, it was cold.
And her hand was warm.
"When did you come here?" Charles asked.
"I came after delivering the documents."
"Why didn’t you answer my calls?"
"I’m not your servant, no need to be at your beck and call." Lilac Serval moved her lips slightly, her voice faint, too lazy to speak.
"Drinking in the evening, drinking at midnight, and now drinking during the day? Lilac Serval, if you drink yourself to death, no one will collect your body!"
"Why wouldn’t there be..." Lilac Serval giggled, "My little 11 is very good to me, he wouldn’t ignore me if I really died. Are you jealous? I have someone who cares for me, unlike you, all alone, destined to be lonely forever."
Lilac Serval laughed carelessly.
Her red lips shimmered enchantingly under the light, waves twinkling in her eyes.
The worst curse one could cast on someone is probably to curse them to be lonely forever.
She had cursed him like this many times in the dead of night, drinking while damning him, cursing him to die.
Nowadays, the man was still standing fine in front of her.
But soon, he wouldn’t be fine.
So happy.
Truly so happy.
She just wished he wouldn’t do well, at least not better than her.
It would be great if he were to be in jail for ten years; when he comes out, no woman would marry him.