WantNovelChapter 368
Memories crashed over her like a violent storm, forcing her to relive moments she'd rather forget,
playing out vividly before her eyes.
"Scarlett, don't go," Steven pleaded, his head pounding.
His friend turned to Scarlett. "Miss Larson, we'll leave him with you."
Before she could protest, they vanished into the night. Scarlett stared in disbelief. "Hey, you can't
just..."
As she tried to leave, Steven wrapped his arm around hers. She tensed up and pushed him away.
"What... what are you doing?"
"You take advantage ofand then try to run? Just walk away after getting what you wanted?"
Steven gripped her arm tightly.
"Who took advantage of whom?" Scarlett wanted to shove him to the ground. If anyone was a victim
here, it was her!
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Steven clung to her arm, refusing to let go.
Scarlett glanced around anxiously - they were right outside her home. If her parents saw this, it would be a
disaster.
"What do you want? Letgo!"
Scarlett twisted away from Steven's grasp and hurried through her front door.
Meanwhile, Zachary drove away from Melvin's house, dejected, still holding the chicken soup. He'd hoped to give
it to Sarah, but she wouldn't even open the door, just told him to leave.
He'd thought things would improve between them after the Heritage House incident, but clearly, he was wrong.
Driving hin low spirits with the soup, he found Steven lying on the ground near his front door.
Frowning, he helped Steven up. "Steven, wake up."
Smelling the strong alcohol on Steven, Zachary realized he must be drunk - but why had he ended up here?
Steven slowly opened his eyes. "Boss, you're back?"
Holding onto Zachary for support, he stood up unsteadily. "Boss, have a drink with me."
This half-drunk state wasn't enough - he wanted to blur his consciousness completely until he couldn't remember
Scarlett's face anymore.
As luck would have it, Zachary had also been rejected by Sarah today. "Alright," he said softly.
Late into the night, the two men sat on the outdoor sofa, bottles scattered across the table. They didn't even
bother with glasses.
Zachary gave a bitter laugh. "What's wrong with you? Heartbreak?"
Steven's body tensed, his hand trembling as it gripped the bottle. He laughed nervously. "Zac! How
could I be heartbroken? Only fools get their hearts broken."
Zachary took another sip. "What else could have hurt you this badly? I can't think of anything else."
"What about you? You seem down today. Still having troubles with Miss Sanders?" Steven slurred.
Zachary's lips tightened into a proud, faint smile. "I wouldn't call it trouble. She probably just never
wants to seeagain..."
His eyes dimmed, showing a rare glimpse of exhaustion.
They drank bottle after bottle. When the beer wasn't strong enough, Steven raided Zachary's wine
cabfor a bottle of red. He poured the dark ruby liquid into a crystal glass, its rich aroma a mix
of bitter and sweet.
Red wine was meant to be savored, but Steven just wanted to get drunk. He downed it in one go,
not even tasting it as it burned down his throat. The harsh, dry taste made him cough violently.
After his second glass, he finally passed out on the sofa. The wine glass slipped from his hand onto
the ground - fortunately landing on grass.
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