Chapter 1455 Getting Drunk

Taylor furrowed her eyebrows and had a strong urge to hang up the phone. However, she was more
sophisticated than that. "What do you want to explain?" she asked instead.

Truth be told, deep in her heart, she was really curious about the relationship between Louis and Janet.

"First of all, Louis and I are just friends. I hope you understand. Second, he is currently getting drunk at
a bar."

"I see," Taylor murmured. "Thank you for your explanation." Taylor was also curious about why Louis
was drinking at a bar but she decided not to ask. After all, there was no reason for her to ask such a
question.

"Don't you want to know why he's getting himself drunk at some bar right now?"

"Why?" As soon as Taylor asked, the woman on the other side of the phone chuckled in amusement.

"Because of you, of course! Are you seriously that clueless?"

Taylor didn't say anything but Janet didn't mind her silence.

"The bar is full of different...kinds of people. I've been there several times." Janet paused on purpose;
she wanted to hear Taylor's reaction before she continued. Taylor reacted the way Janet expected her
to —by letting out a heavy sigh. "Aren't you worried that such a good-looking man like him would be
taken away by someone once he gets really drunk?"

"What are you trying to say?" Taylor asked impatiently. However, she had already instinctively grabbed
her car key.

"I'll send you the address."



Before Taylor could protest, Janet had already hung up the phone.

As she stared at the phone in her right hand and the car key on her left, she felt lost in thought.

"Well...". . . . . After a while, she let out a defeated sigh. Then, she changed her shoes and went out,
her keys in her hand.

Despite the current situation, Louis was still her friend. She should take care of him so that he didn't get
into trouble. After all, he had taken care of her many times before.

She blinked, not wanting to recall too many memories of the past. Once she thought of what had
happened in the past, she couldn't help but feel softhearted.

Half an hour later, Taylor finally found Louis, who was squatting awkwardly at the side of the road. It
was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind.

Seeing him like this, Taylor couldn't help but feel angry. She could see some women near him who
seemed to be waiting for the right time to approach him. This made her even angrier. She couldn't wait
to reproach him for his reckless behavior.

"Hey, can you still walk?" Taylor walked over and kicked Louis in the shin.

Cold, angry eyes immediately looked up at her. However, once he recognized her, the coldness
immediately disappeared and his eyes turned soft. In fact, he suddenly looked excited upon seeing
Taylor.

But before Taylor could say something, he lowered his head again. He looked like a sad, deflated
balloon.

Unsure of how drunk he actually was, Taylor squatted down beside him and put up three fingers. "How
many fingers am I holding up?"



"Three," he answered quickly.

In his drunken state, Louis looked like a completely different man. His usually sharp features looked
softer somehow, which had an almost boyish charm to them.

She suddenly had an urge to poke his cute face.

The thought almost frightened her and she quickly tried to shut it out from her brain. She shook her
head and then told herself, 'What on earth is wrong with me? He's cute? That's absurd!' Taylor closed
her eyes to try and forget ever having had that thought.

When she opened her eyes again, she was met with Louis' charming gaze.

"Well...". . . . . To hide her embarrassment, Taylor cleared her throat awkwardly and stood up.

She observed their surroundings. The place was quite crowded with many people passing by, so they
didn't look too out of place sitting there. But they couldn't sit on the side of the road forever.

"Can you walk by yourself? If you can, I will drive you home." As she said this, she pulled Louis up.

Although he was wearing a tailored suit, he had a rather slim figure. However, when Taylor grabbed his
arm, she realized that Louis was definitely a lot stronger than he looked. He easily overpowered her.

What was even worse was that Louis refused to cooperate with her. He was like a child throwing a
tantrum on the pavement. Taylor couldn't help but feel annoyed. She angrily tapped the back of his
head and yelled, "What are you doing?"

Louis rubbed the back of his head and winced as he started to feel the pain of her slap. Then, he
glanced up and saw Taylor's enraged face. "I have nowhere to go."

His voice sounded pathetic.



Upon hearing this, Taylor felt bad. "How about I drive you to a hotel, is that all right?" she asked.

Her voice was softer and gentler this time.

Louis nodded. When he stood up, he realized that he was fine walking by himself and didn't need to
lean on Taylor. The woman even thought that maybe Louis wasn't as drunk as she had thought.

Fortunately, they found a hotel located near the bar. After they entered, they smoothly checked in and
went to the suite on the top floor. Taylor assisted Louis in getting to the bed. Louis, on the other hand,
just stared at her and gently held her hand.

"Stay here and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow, okay?" On the way, Taylor had finally figured out
how to handle Louis' drunken state.

He obeyed her words and cooperated with her without much resistance once she coaxed him properly.

"No, please stay with me tonight. I don't want you to leave." Louis suddenly sat up and opened his
arms, ready to welcome the woman that he had been pining for all this time in his arms. He wrapped
his arms tightly around her, not wanting to let go.

"Hey, Louis...". . . . . Startled by his bold actions, Taylor wasn't able to move away from him
immediately. So, she was stuck in his arms and struggled to break free. This made her feel a little
exasperated.

'Why did he suddenly do this?' she asked herself.

"Do you have any idea how much I care about you? Do you have any idea how much I actually love
you? Again, Janet and I are just friends. There's nothing else going on between me and her," . . . . .
Louis murmured in her ear. Tears started to form in his eyes.



"I agreed to have dinner with her only because my father found out that I gave you my kidney.
Needless to say, he was not happy about it. I was afraid that he would come for you or personally
attack you. So, I had to meet with Janet to satisfy him. Taylor, please don't be angry at me anymore. I'm
really sorry about all this. Okay? I'm not going to force you to do anything anymore. But please, don't
push me away as you did before. . . . . . I really feel bad about it…"

Louis choked out. He couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face and quickly soaking his
clothes.

"You don't have to feel bad about that. Louis, why are you so silly?"

Taylor's eyes were starting to get red. Any woman who heard those words would surely tear up even a
little and Taylor was no exception. However, she couldn't let her emotions get to her. They both came
from different worlds. Louis was from a rich family. How could she be so selfish and let him ruin his
good life just for her? She couldn't let him suffer.

So, she rejected him again and again because she loved him.

His grip loosened enough for Taylor to finally break free from his grasp. She then tucked him in, quietly
sorted the mess inside the room, closed the door, and then left.

When morning came, the bright little rays of sunlight started to seep from the curtain, shining on the
face of the man lying peacefully on the bed.

The sun beamed directly into his eyes. Louis opened his sleepy eyes slightly as the light illuminated his
face.

He sat up slowly and felt a light pounding in his head, probably the result of last night's drinking. For a
quick moment, he felt as if all kinds of sounds in the room disappeared and he could near nothing, only



silence. Suddenly, the memories of last night came back to him. Louis blinked rapidly, suddenly coming
back to his senses.

He could feel a terrible headache about to come. He really regretted drinking so much last night.

He observed his room and realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A bag beside the bed
caught his attention. There was also a note underneath it.

"Try not to drink so much next time. Have some porridge to warm your stomach," he read the note out
loud. The note was signed by Taylor.

Next to him was a bowl of porridge. Louis gently reached out to touch it. It was still warm. Last night's
memories invaded his mind. He suddenly remembered everything, including what Taylor had told him
while he was drunk.

He picked up the bowl of porridge and gently rubbed the plastic container with his fingers. It seemed
that Taylor had only left a little while ago.

As he stared at the bowl of warm porridge in his hands, Louis didn't really know how to describe what
he was feeling. The fact that had she made the effort to bring him the porridge made him feel warm
inside, but a part of him was still disappointed.

After all, he had still woken up without her by his side. . . . . .


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