CHAPTER 133: CHAPTER 133: MEMORIES (33)

Florence Fuller widened her eyes: "You didn’t secretly put money in for me?"

Ethan Harper chuckled: "Are you doubting my abilities?"

Florence Fuller took it over: "No...it’s impossible, how could I earn so much."

Ethan Harper looked at her excited expression, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Then we’ve agreed before, I won’t let you help me make money for nothing, as we discussed earlier, we’ll split it."

Ethan Harper smiled: "Don’t forget what was said before, invest in me."

"Of course, I won’t forget," Florence Fuller said, thinking it over: "How about this, I’ll keep a million, and give the rest to you. You take out your share, and the remainder will be my investment money."

Ethan Harper nodded: "Sounds good."

Florence Fuller looked at the card in her hand and laughed with squinty eyes, feeling like it was time to celebrate.

She paused and suddenly looked at Ethan Harper, smiling.

Ethan Harper was taken aback by her smile.

Over half an hour later, in the bar’s private room.

"Here’s the cocktail you ordered, one red with three variations, please enjoy."

Florence Fuller sat on the sofa and glanced at Ethan Harper sitting on the single sofa far away.

"Are you really not going to have a drink with me?" she asked.

Ethan Harper accepted the white water handed over by the waiter and shook his head: "No."

"Why not," Florence Fuller complained unhappily, "I remember you could drink."

Moreover, he’s such a big guy; it’s impossible he doesn’t touch a drop.

"I’m driving."

"There’s a driver at home," Florence Fuller picked up a glass close to her, the cocktail looked colorful, she sniffed it and found no smell: "At worst, we can call for a ride."

Ethan Harper drank some water: "At least one of us needs to stay sober."

If he really drank, he couldn’t guarantee his restraint in curbing his desire for Florence Fuller.

Florence Fuller looked at him, and said nothing more.

She tasted the glass of wine in front of her, savoring it, but found no taste of alcohol.

Tried the other two glasses as well, still tasteless.

Florence Fuller glanced at Ethan Harper over there and found he was watching her, she said: "Did you trick me with juice?"

Ethan Harper explained: "The alcohol content is relatively low."

Florence Fuller pouted, looking at the drinks menu again: "I’ll order for myself."

Then the waiter brought in three bottles of strong liquor.

Ethan Harper was slightly dumbfounded: "This liquor is quite strong..."

A bottle of whiskey was already opened.

Florence Fuller gave him a sly smile.

Since it’s opened, you can’t stop me.

Ethan Harper was helpless.

Pouring the first glass, Florence Fuller took a tentative sip, then licked her lips, feeling no taste.

Then she drank a small mouthful; the strong liquor flowed down her throat through her heart, giving Florence Fuller a indescribable sense of exhilaration: "Wow."

Ethan Harper looked at her, slightly raising an eyebrow.

Is this... enjoyment?

"How is it?" Ethan Harper asked.

"Very... nice." Florence Fuller winked at him, gulping down the rest all at once.

Ethan Harper was shocked: "Drink slowly, this liquor is strong."

Florence Fuller, after guzzling, clicked her tongue: "Wow... awesome!"

Ethan Harper looked at her: "..."

Is this girl going to become a heavy drinker in the future?

Florence Fuller poured a second glass, adding ice, and heeding Ethan Harper’s words, drinking it slowly.

"When we have a chance later, let’s have a match," Florence Fuller looked at him: "How’s your tolerance?"

Ethan Harper thought about it: "It’s okay."

Florence Fuller laughed.

Her cheeks were flushed from the drinking, her watery eyes shining as she glanced at Ethan Harper with charming beauty.

Ethan Harper tightened his grip on the water glass, his adam’s apple moved, he drank another sip of water, suppressing himself.

"Aren’t you curious what gift I’ll give you?" he asked.

Florence Fuller waved her hand, drinking the last mouthful in the glass, the incompletely melted ice crunching crisply in her mouth: "If it’s diamond jewelry, I don’t want it."

Ethan Harper thought for a moment: "Then what do you want."

Florence Fuller looked at him, perhaps bolstered by alcohol courage, her gaze at Ethan Harper was direct and provocative at that moment.

Ethan Harper doesn’t understand?

Impossible.

Their silent exchange often involved unwholesome intentions.

Florence Fuller suddenly thought of the first kiss last time.

A spontaneous kiss, gentle lips slowly entwined, resulting in her having that audacious dream that night.

In the dream, Ethan Harper wasn’t gentle and steady at all, his hands bound with a suit tie, shirt completely unbuttoned and loosely hung on him, his dark eyes looked deeply at her with desire.

Under her palm were his strong muscles, whenever Florence Fuller wandered somewhere, his chest would rise with breath and moans.

Florence Fuller suddenly withdrew her gaze, feeling her whole body heat up.

Ethan Harper called her: "Florence."

Florence Fuller didn’t respond.

Ethan Harper called again, his voice warm and rich with tenderness: "Florence, look at me."

Ethan Harper stood up and walked toward her.

Florence Fuller was frustrated with herself for having that kind of dream, and now the male lead was right next to her, causing her to recall it.

How can she face him?

Florence Fuller raised a glass and downed the remaining drink, then stood up and swayed, directly falling backward.

In her last moments of clarity, Florence Fuller knew Ethan Harper caught her before she drifted into unconsciousness.

Having never drunk before, consuming three glasses of strong liquor—it’s no wonder she was intoxicated.

Within less than an hour, they were back at the Monrose Family’s house, where Abigail Monrose saw Ethan Harper carrying Florence Fuller upstairs as she followed: "Passed out after one glass?"

Ethan Harper: "Three glasses of whiskey."

Abigail Monrose was slightly surprised: "This girl has some tolerance."

Ethan Harper directly carried her back to his room, Abigail Monrose asked: "Did you confess?"

Ethan Harper shook his head, there had simply been no time to say it.

Abigail Monrose sighed: "Even if you haven’t been in a relationship, your emotional intelligence should be enough for you to speak, you... sigh."

Ethan Harper took off Florence Fuller’s coat: "Mom, help her change clothes, I’ll make some honey water for her, so her head won’t hurt in the morning."

Abigail Monrose agreed, got Florence Fuller’s pajamas, changed her, wiped her clean, and Ethan Harper returned with honey water, calling her.

Florence Fuller opened her blurry eyes: "Aunt Monrose."

"Drink it before sleeping, here."

She didn’t fuss, obediently drank it, and after finishing, looked at Abigail Monrose: "Aunt Monrose, good night."

Abigail Monrose found her adorable, "Go to sleep."

She then looked at her son, "Where will you sleep?"

"I’ll stay with her, in case she feels unwell," Ethan Harper replied.

Abigail Monrose looked at him: "Mom knows you’re always disciplined, but since you’re not together with Florence yet, you definitely can’t cross the line."

"I won’t," Ethan Harper said seriously: "You can rest assured on that."

Abigail Monrose was still very assured about her son, tucked Florence Fuller’s duvet tighter, and left the room.