Chapter 206 - Get Drunk

It was almost ten o'clock when the supper was served. However, the group of people had drunk much. Few had an appetite. Only Janessa was still excited. She picked up a skewer with squid and handed it to Armando. "Armando, enjoy the squid!"

Armando bent motionless upon the table. Janessa shook his head, only to find that he was completely drunk.

Emma lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes as if she was asleep. Emily, who was well away, was in Vincent's arms. They seemed to be talking. Janessa leaned over to listen, but she could not hear anything clearly. Vincent's voice was low. Janessa could only hear it vaguely, but she still felt it sexy and seductive.

Randy, a single man, was bending over the table. Drunk, he kept whispering, "Cheers, cheers...."

Ferne was roaring drunk. While singing, he stripped off. The scene was amusing. Janessa looked at him, as if she was saying, "Shit. I didn't know you were this kind of person." Seeing that Ferne was about to take off his pants, Noah slashed at the back of his neck. Finally, the room was quiet.

Janessa stood up and twirled her wrist. "Hey, guys, Armando and I will sleep upstairs. Feel free to stay. Anyway, there are a lot of beds upstairs."

Noah carried Ferne on his shoulders, greeted Janessa and Vincent, and then left. Christy nodded to indicate that she would leave.

Jaquan patted Randy's shoulder and said, "Hey, do you want to stay or go back?"

Randy opened his eyes in a daze and said in a vague voice, "Go back. I, I & *% #% & * go...." Jaquan didn't know what Randy was saying.

Jaquan helped Randy up and sent him to the car outside. Jaquan instructed the driver to send Randy back. Then, he returned back. Just as he arrived at the elevator, he saw Vincent came out with Emily in his arms.

Jaquan rarely saw Vincent showed such an expression. Vincent appeared so tender and loving as if he was holding his most precious treasure in his arms. Even his cold face softened. Just as Jaquan was about to say hello, Vincent bent to peck Emily's lips.

"..."

Jaquan retracted his hand in the air. He watched Vincent, who always kept distance away from women, kept kissing Emily in his arms on the way to his car.

Jaquan went back to the elevator. He drank a lot, but his mind was still clear. The metal door reflected his slightly red cheeks. He scratched his hair and took a deep breath. The door opened and he walked out with his head down.

Janessa was dragging Armando up the stairs. Probably Armando was too heavy. Janessa was panting heavily while dragging him. When she saw Jaquan, she shouted, "Come and help!"

Jaquan helped Armando to bed. He looked up and saw that the bedside table was filled with all sorts of embarrassing things. Jaquan looked at Janessa meaningfully.

Janessa smashed her pillow over and said, "Just take it if you want. Stop looking at me!"

...

Janessa did have a sharp tongue.

Jaquan walked down the rotating stairs. Emma was still lying on the sofa. She was quite quiet when she was drunk. Jaquan looked at her quietly for a moment, and then bent down to pick her up.

Over the past few days, he hugged her from time to time. He was almost used to it. When Jaquan carried her into the elevator, he looked down. Emma had fair skin, and there was almost no need for her to use any skincare products. She didn't wear makeup on all occasions, such as at the tea Manor where they met for the first time, the hospital, his home, and the guest house....

Although she appeared to be cold, she was especially gentle. She got injured so as to save others. She always wore a look of indifference, but she was the first to risk her life to save someone. Her entire body trembled from the cold and her lips were purple, but she only said, "It's just a lift of the finger."

She wasn't pretending to be magnanimous. She really didn't care how others judged her. She protected her territory, where she and Stony stayed. No one else was allowed to participate. Only in that position could others see her unreserved gentle.

When the cold wind blew, Emma opened her eyes slightly as if she had been woken up. Jaquan looked down at her. "Are you cold? I...."

Before he could finish, Emma in his arms stood up and threw a punch at him. Jaquan retreated back to dodge the blow. He was somewhat shocked. "Aren't you drunk?"

Emma narrowed her eyes as she staggered. She leaned against the car behind her and regained her footing. Her eyes were bleary. Only then did Jaquan believe that she was drunk. Did she punch him drunkenly?

Jaquan opened the door and said, "Get in. I have arranged a driver for you."

Bleary-eyed Emma looked at him for a moment before walking in the opposite direction.

Jaquan pulled her. "Where are you going?"

Just as he finished asking, Emma turned her arms, about to attack his face. After Jaquan dodged, she narrowed her eyes and kept her balance. Then she kept attacking him. Jaquan was stunned that Emma knew how to continuously attack!

Ordinary people only amateurishly learned a few moves to defend themselves. Very few would learn the complete set. But Emma's moves were consecutive. Moreover, she was skillful, as if she had deeply born those moves in her mind. Without hesitation, she threw her punches. As Jaquan shrank back, on guard against her, Emma immediately changed her moves and extended her uninjured leg, giving him a kick....

Jaquan was beaten back and shouted, "Holy shit! Wait! Emma! Wake up! Holy shit! Fuck you! Wait! I'm Jaquan! Hey!"

As the driver came by his folding bicycle, he saw Jaquan was beaten by a crippled woman. The driver asked thoughtfully, "Sir, should I call the police for you?"

Jaquan shouted as he dodged, "She's drunk! Pull her away...."

The substitute driver was a man in his forties. He looked quite strong. Hearing this, he put down the bike and said to Jaquan, "Get out of the way. Watch me!"

Jaquan dodged to the side and saw that the sturdy driver was knocked down by Emma's fist just as he walked up to her.

...

The scene was very awkward. The man stood up and hid while covering his face. He dropped the act and obediently waited for Jaquan to subdue Emma.

Jaquan took off his coat and said, "I never hit women. But you are an exception....Holy shit! I haven’t finished!"

Emma's figure was delicate. Although she narrowed her eyes and her vision blurred, she attacked any figure she saw quickly. Jaquan could only defend and retreat. Not long after, they shrank back to the wall.

Due to punch in the face, blood oozed from the corner of Jaquan's mouth. He licked the blood and pressed his hand against Emma's shoulder on the wall. "I'll give you another chance. I have never hit women!"

Emma seemed to have just heard his voice. She looked at him with bleary eyes. Her eyes began to focus. They were very close. Jaquan could even smell the wine that she exhaled. It was warm and somewhat seductive.

"It's you...." Emma murmured. It was unknown whether she was sober or drunk.

Jaquan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he thought Emma finally recognized him. Unexpectedly, Emma stretched out her hand and wrapped it around his neck, kissing his lips with a smile.

"..."

Jaquan stood there stiffly, at a loss how to react for a moment.

Something had changed. The heart on his left chest, which only beat when he saw Arabella, was throbbing like a drum. It was beating wildly because of Emma's sudden kiss.

Emma wasn't a good kisser. She just pecked his lips, giving Jaquan a gentle touch. Her sweet scent with wine slowly engulfed him.

Sure enough, Emma was drunk. Otherwise, why would she .... kiss him?