“… Hmm? Not drunk, I’m not…” Nana heard a voice in a daze, subconsciously turned her head, and saw Carl’s face.
She chuckled, a flush of alcohol still on her face, reaching out to pull Carl’s sleeve. “Hey, Carl… What are you doing here too? Perfect, accompany me for a drink!”
Nana’s tone was determined, and Carl, unable to refuse, sat beside her.
“Come, let’s have a toast!” Nana poured alcohol into another glass and handed it to Carl.
Carl didn’t reach out to take it, but looked at Nana with concern. She seemed to have become somewhat haggard in these past few days.
When Nana was about to pour more into her mouth, Carl instinctively grabbed her wrist. “Nana, stop drinking. You’ve had enough.”
“Let go, let go!” Nana frowned, impatiently shouted at him, shaking off Carl’s hand. “If you still consider me a friend, drink with me, or else… just leave me alone.”
Saying that, she took another big gulp.
Sitting next to Nana, Carl furrowed his brows, lips pursed, and the concern in his eyes was evident.
Why had she become like this because of William…
Carl turned his head, looked at the glass on the bar, and suddenly had an impulse. He picked up the glass and drank it all in one go, without any hesitation.
“I’ll drink with you!”
Nana smiled, sparkling, took the initiative to clink glasses with Carl. “That’s more like it. Let’s drink!”
…
The next day, in the hotel room.
The curtains weren’t completely closed, allowing the sunlight to filter through the gaps, illuminating the messy room. On the bed lay a disheveled pair of ma and woman.
Nana and Carl.
Perhaps due to the intense light, Nana unconsciously frowned. She slowly opened her eyes, greeted by a severe headache.
“Ah…”
Her whole body ached, and she drew a cold breath. Slowly sitting up, she surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings.
A hotel. How did she end up here?
“Ugh…” a familiar voice came from beside her. Nana’s heart skipped a beat, and she turned to see Carl lying next to her.
Why did she sleep with Carl?!
What happened last night?!
Alarms rang in Nana’s mind. She tightly closed her eyes, fragments of last night flashing in her mind like broken pieces of glass.
Yesterday, she was drinking at the bar, saw Carl, both of them were quite drunk, and later stumbled out of the bar. Carl said he would accompany her home… and then they came to the hotel, and then…
Oh my God!
Last night, she actually slept with Carl!
Nana’s head went blank. How could this happen?!
What if William found out?
At this moment, Carl also slowly woke up. When he saw Nana, he was also stunned.
The memories of last night returned to him. Carl felt a bit awkward as he looked at Nana. “Nana, I…”
Carl’s thoughts were a bit chaotic at the moment. What happened last night was too sudden; he didn’t know what to say. In the end, all he managed to say was, “Nana, I… I’m sorry. I will take responsibility.”
Nana, feeling upset, closed her eyes. Her emotions were complicated now, and all she could see in her mind were images of William. She loved William deeply and couldn’t accept what had happened.
Carl earnestly looked at Nana. Nana took a deep breath and, finally, uncovered the quilt, starting to get dressed.
“I don’t remember what happened last night. If you’ve forgotten too, let’s just forget about it,” she said, putting on her clothes.
After getting dressed, she picked up her bag and left. Her emotions were a mess, and she didn’t want to see Carl.
Even when she went to the hospital to take care of William, Nana was absent-minded, often sitting alone, lost in thought.
Although William hadn’t been treating her well since she arrived at the hospital, he still cared about her.
Nana’s unusual behavior today worried him. What was wrong with her?
William secretly glanced at Nana’s face several times, feeling anxious but hesitating to speak.
“If you don’t want to take care of me in the hospital, just go back and don’t cause trouble here,” William pretended to be tough, a sentence that brought Nana back to reality.
Nana pursed her lips and, after a long while, spoke, “William… If you want to break up, I agree.”
Nana had figured it out now. She had slept with Carl, couldn’t face William, and thought it would be better to break up.
William felt a slight tightness in his heart but controlled the impulse to ask Nana. He calmly said, “You’ve finally figured it out. That’s for the best.”
“However,” Nana looked at William seriously, “if you cooperate with Dr. Newton’s treatment in the hospital and your leg gets better, I won’t come to see you anymore. Let’s forget about each other. I’ll give you that.”
Only she knew how painful it was for her to say these words, with bitterness and sorrow that she struggled to hold back from crying.
William didn’t say anything, seemingly acquiescent.
The Terry family.
“Miss, Miss Doyle is here,” the butler heard the doorbell and, seeing the person outside, turned to Erica, who was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.
Erica pondered for a moment, coldly snorted in her heart, but when she heard the sound of high heels, she raised her head, and a smile appeared on her face. “Florence, why do you have time to come over today?”
Florence sat on the sofa without ceremony, still maintaining her arrogant attitude, as if she didn’t regard Erica at all.
“Don’t talk about these irrelevant things. I came here today because there’s something I want to discuss with you.”
“What’s the matter?” Erica showed a curious look, staring at Florence intently.
In fact, she already knew, besides Jane, what else could make Florence come here in person?
Florence glanced at her, and a trace of sharpness crossed her eyes. Even the hand on her lap slowly tightened, her voice not loud but full of gritted teeth.
“Erica, I need you to find a way to completely ruin that bitch Jane. I don’t want to see her stay with Patrick any longer.”
As expected.
Erica silently laughed in her heart. Florence was indeed foolish, still running over to seek her help?
She lowered her head slightly, a subtle cold smile crossing her lips.
“What are you thinking? Don’t tell me you can’t come up with an idea?” Florence noticed Erica’s silence, frowned impatiently, and asked.
“No, no.” Erica quickly raised her head, shook it, and denied it. Then she leaned closer to Florence, thought for a moment, and said.
“So, Star Entertainment is going to hold the opening ceremony of ‘Farewell My Concubine’ in a few days, right? That would be a good opportunity.”