I leaned to the side, resting against the back of the sofa, staring at the red wine in my hand with a stiff expression. Jack asked worriedly, “Have you had too much to drink?”
I didn’t move my head, but my eyes turned to him and I replied, “Who’s had too much? I can drink another bottle without getting drunk.”
Hearing this, Jack couldn’t help but laugh.
Seeing me finish the wine in my glass and reach for the bottle, Jack bent down and held my hand, saying firmly, “That’s enough. Don’t drink anymore.”
“You… hiccup, you said you wanted to drink with me, and now you’re not letting me. Why… you’re just like Winson! Let go, I can still drink.”
Jack’s voice became serious, “Can you please not compare me to Winson? He’s so outstanding and worth you using him as a benchmark?”
Hearing this, I loosened my grip on the wine glass, and tears suddenly welled up in my eyes as I choked and cried.
Jack was taken aback. He always hated it when women cried, and he was a little panicked. He hurriedly said, “Hey… hey Natasha, I didn’t say anything wrong, don’t cry…”
“Jack, do you know…”
“Winson is dying, but… I don’t feel happy at all. I hate him, I should be happy, but why… I just can’t feel happy?”
This was the first time Jack had seen me cry.
After a long silence, Jack stood up and asked solemnly, “Is it because you love Winson?”
As soon as I heard the word love, I immediately shook my head emotionally. “I don’t love him.”
As I spoke, my crying became even louder. “I can’t love him, I hate him, I really, really hate him, I want him to die, I really…”
Jack gazed at me for a moment, then pulled out a tissue and helped wipe away my tears and snot.
“You’ve had too much to drink, let’s go, I’ll take you back.”
I pushed Jack away and shouted seriously, “Who said I’ve had too much to drink? I can still walk!”
She said, walking forward but stumbling.
“You see, anyone who can walk hasn’t had too much to drink!”
Jack looked at me and couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Right, right, you haven’t had too much to drink, I have. Let’s rest and go back, I’ll take you.”
He half-supported me and walked towards the door.
“I don’t want to, I still want to drink. When I get home, Winson will watch over me and not let me drink. I want to drink, I like to drink. When I drink, I can forget my troubles…”
Jack was helpless. The fact is that troubles can’t be forgotten.
Drunk people always have endless strength, and the two struggled and fell directly onto the sofa.
Jack took advantage of the situation and lay on top of me.
He stared down at me, blushing and dazed, and couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
Just then, the door in the foyer was suddenly pushed open.
The loud noise startled Jack. He turned his head and saw that the person coming in was Winson, and couldn’t help but look surprised and ask, “How did you get in?”
When Winson saw Jack pressing down on me, he was instantly filled with rage. He went up to Jack, grabbed his collar, and punched him.
Jack winced in pain, standing up straight and cursing out angrily, “Damn it, Winson, are you crazy? Why did you hit me?”
Winson pointed at Jack and said, “Because you did something you deserved to be hit for.”
“I didn’t do anything…” Jack was still frustrated with the situation and hadn’t finished explaining when I stumbled to my feet on the sofa.
I burped from the alcohol and looked at Winson, squinting for a moment, “Jack, did I really drink too much? Why do I see Winson?”
Jack covered his beaten face and said angrily, “Is that so? Then you have really good eyesight!”
I suddenly grinned and walked up to Winson, grabbing his cheeks with both hands, “So it turns out that I can see Winson when I’m drunk.”
Winson looked at me and spoke softly, “I… I am Winson.”
I burped again and choked up, “You are dying. Do you know that?”
Winson’s heart shrunk in fear and he paused before replying, “I… I know.”
I burst into tears and cried, “If you die, who will I hate? Who else can I hate?”
Winson lifted his hand and tightly embraced her, his voice carrying a hint of sadness as he coaxed, “If I die, you will be relieved. Don’t hate anyone else because hating someone will only make you unhappy. I hope you can live a good life, respect your parents, find someone you love, have a house for two, trust and respect each other, have a few children, and grow old together …”
Listening to these familiar words, I left Winson’s embrace and squinted at him for a long time before suddenly saying, “Jack, this Winson in my dream has become a spirit…”
Jack, who was next to me, couldn’t help but cough lightly and hold back his laughter as he said, “There are indeed many monsters and spirits that become spirits. Just don’t be surprised when you see them.”
I blinked twice and rested my head back on Winson’s shoulder, closing my eyes. After a while, my body started to slide down, but Winson quickly caught me and saw that I had fallen asleep.
He picked me up and glared at Jack, the handsome features on his face now clouded with darkness. Jack widened his eyes and asked, “What? You want to fight again? I didn’t punch you for nothing.”
Winson’s hawk-like eyes surveyed Jack’s face for a few moments before he sternly said, “Natasha’s sense of smell and taste are more important than anything else, so don’t drink with her anymore in the future.”
After he finished speaking, he carried me and headed out. Jack furrowed his brows and asked, “Are you really about to die?”
Winson didn’t respond and Jack was a bit surprised. After a moment of silence, Winson turned back to Jack and said, “Can I ask you for something?”