A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 74: Wilson Got Drunk

Jayden was displeased with Wilson's words. "Say, Wilson, do you have to do this? Whenever you need

help, I would do my best whenever you asked me to!"

Wilson said in disdain, "I mean, don't give me such a lousy script next time."

Bill was helping Rosie leave. When he heard Wilson's words, he laughed exaggeratedly.

Jayden glared at Wilson. "Alright, let's drink!"

Wilson clinked glasses with him and drank.

Seeing that Alina was still worried about Rosie, Wilson comforted him. "Don't worry. Bill is a gentleman.

He won't do anything to her. "

Alina could only nod.

Wilson and Jayden emptied one glass after another.

Jayden declared as he drank, "Let's get drunk tonight."

Wilson nodded. "Sure, I'll sacrifice myself to accompany you tonight."

Jayden didn't agree with Wilson's statement. "You're getting drunk because of me? You were the one

who got married today and requested this barbecue, not me. Make this clear, I'm the one who's

keeping you company!"

"Well, thanks for your kindness. I'm feeling good today. Have another toast!"

"Cheers!"

...

One glass after another, one bottle after another. No one knew how much alcohol they had drunk.

Alina sat aside, feeling conscious of herself as if she was the only person left in the world.

Moonlight shone down on the gazebo. The night breeze was chilly.

Wilson was out cold as he sprawled on the table. He was obviously more drunk than Jayden.

Empty bottles were strewn all over the table and on the ground.

"Scumbag, are you okay? How are you feeling?" Alina frowned and nudged Wilson, who was

unconscious as he lay on the table.

She didn't expect that a stoic, emotionless person like him could drink so much alcohol and become

this drunk.

Jayden looked at Alina. He shook his head and tried to construct a sentence that made sense. "Alina,

do you want to spend a night here with Wilson?"

Alina shook her head. "I think we'd better go back to our apartment."

It would be more convenient to take care of him at the apartment, furthermore, their act as a couple

might be easily exposed if they stayed here.

"Oh, yes! I understand. Mrs. Lee, get the car ready. Send Wilson and Alina home." All of a sudden,

Jayden snickered as he remembered the conversation between Alina and Wilson about their plans for

the night.

Alina was speechless and looked towards the sky in dismay.

Fortunately, Jayden didn't say anything else. He and the driver carried Wilson to the car.

"Bye, Alina! Goodbye!" Jayden waved his hand at Alina in the car. Although he was not yet completely

drunk, he was probably not far off. Jayden's body was swaying as the car drove away.

Alina and Wilson were sent to the apartment.

Alina entered the passwords to the apartment entrance and the private elevator. Jayden's driver helped

carry Wilson to the sofa and removed his shoes for him. After that, he took a throw from the sofa and

covered Wilson with it.

Alina invited the driver to stay and drink some water. However, he repeatedly refused and left the

apartment immediately.

The apartment suddenly became silent.

Alina looked at Wilson, who was lying on the sofa unconscious. Her expression softened at the sight of

him.

The more she was exposed to his world, the more she understood his loneliness.

At this moment, she observed him quietly.

His facial features were so well-defined.

Without the cold expression and formidable appearance, he looked like a handsome prince as he slept

on the sofa. The aura he gave off was one of refinement and nobility.

The warm yellow light from the crystal chandelier shone on his face.

He frowned slightly and moved his body instinctively. His hand fell off the edge of the sofa.

Alina looked at his hands and noticed his fingers were long and slender.

She imagined him playing the piano with those long fingers of his.

In her mind, it was a beautiful scene.

A smile slowly spread across Alina's face. It wasn't her usual bright smile that used to hide her true

feelings, but a soft smile that came from the bottom of her heart.

From today onwards, she would live under the same roof as him.

She smiled at Wilson and whispered under her breath, "Scumbag, thank you!

"Thank you for always being there when I am in a fix. Thank you for giving me a safe space to breathe

freely."

"Water... Water..." Wilson's voice came from the sofa.

Alina immediately took up the teapot from the coffee table in a flurry. However, the water inside was

already cold. She hurriedly went to the kitchen and found a kettle. She put the kettle on and brought it

to a boil. After that, she poured the hot water into a cup.

"Water..." Wilson groaned in a low voice.

Alina held the hot cup of water in her hands. She took a look at Wilson's face which was twisted into a

grimace. She immediately tried to cool the water in the cup by blowing on it.

After a few minutes, Alina could feel that the temperature of the water had cooled down. She quickly

bent down beside Wilson and held his head in her arms. She put the cup of water to his lips.

Wilson gulped down the water in one go.

Alina breathed a sigh of relief. She laid Wilson's head back down on the sofa and placed the cup on the

coffee table.

Wilson's body twitched. One of his long legs fell off the edge of the sofa.

Alina smiled helplessly and squatted down to lift his leg back on the sofa.

As soon as she did that, it slipped off the sofa again.

Alina felt that Wilson couldn't sleep on the sofa like this. He might fall off the sofa any time.

Moreover, sleeping like this would be very uncomfortable. It would be more comfortable for him to sleep

on the bed, but...

She looked up at the spiral staircase. The bedrooms were on the second floor. How could she carry

Scumbag to his bedroom on the second floor alone? It seemed to be a difficult situation.

...

While she was in a dilemma, she heard a loud thud.

Alina turned around. She saw Wilson had rolled off the sofa and hit the ground. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She frowned and rolled her eyes at the crystal chandelier. "He's really a handful."

She gave the wooden spiral staircase a second look, gritted her teeth, and made a painful decision.

She decided to carry him up to the second floor.

She was already sweating profusely when she helped Wilson up from the ground.

Wilson was much taller than her, and his legs dragged on the ground.

"Scumbag, you are too heavy," Alina said between clenched teeth as she dragged Wilson to the stairs.

With one hand on the railing, she carried Wilson upstairs step by step.

About half an hour later, she finally managed to carry Wilson to his room and flung him on the bed with

great effort.

She took a pillow and crammed it under his head. After that, she covered his body with a blanket.

She gave a smile of satisfaction when she finally succeeded. Just as she was about to leave, Wilson

stopped her by grabbing her hand tightly.

She turned around and saw Wilson's distressed face, which was twisted into a grimace. He pleaded,

"Don't leave me!"

Alina felt as if something had pierced her heart.

She comforted him softly, "I'm not leaving. I'll stay here with you for a while!"

She was about to sit down on the bed when Wilson tugged sharply on her hand. Alina lost her balance

and landed on Wilson's chest. He pressed his lips fervently against hers.

Her eyes were wide open with shock.

Wilson entangled his fingers through her hair and pressed the back of Alina's head closer.

"Scum...Scumbag..."

Alina's nervous voice was swallowed by Wilson's passionate kiss.

After a long time, Alina finally had a chance to take a breath. She took the opportunity to push Wilson

away. Her breathing was rapid from the sudden kiss.

Wilson was still half-drunk as he stared at Alina with dazed eyes. Alina turned her head away

anxiously.

Wilson's voice rang out through the silence. "Rosalie, please don't leave me! I've missed you so

much!"

Alina's heart was touched by his words.

This was how people who were truly in love were like. They would be constantly lonely without their

partner. Even if they were drunk or unconscious, they would never forget that person.

The yearning in their hearts would grow wildly like weeds, keeping their hearts captive so that they

could never move on.

The room became silent again. When Alina was about to leave quietly, she heard the sounds of

someone puking behind her.