Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 1813: Chapter 1803: I’ll Take Her Back to the Hotel

The stars in the sky grew more numerous, and the night deepened. The sea water lapped against the wooden boardwalk, producing a sound of freedom and abandon.

”Hic, more!” Olivia Lewis’s fair face was flushed red from drinking, and she clutched the dice tightly, eager to play.

Annan, Nico, and Brandon had all been knocked down by her, especially Annan, who shook his head vigorously, ”No... no more, Sis... I can’t take it anymore...”

As soon as he spoke, his expression suddenly changed, and he ran to the side to vomit into the sea, as if he was about to throw up bile.

The other two were not doing much better.

One had drunk himself under the table. The other one was slightly better off, sitting there hugging a bottle of wine and giggling foolishly, clearly drunk out of his mind.

Olivia clapped her thigh and laughed heartily, pointing at them, ”So, now you know how tough I am. Back in the day, I was unbeatable in the crew. The master of toppling a table of people. You kids dare to challenge me to a drinking contest.”

She raised her glass and, turning her head, looked at the person next to her with hazy eyes. She reached out a finger and poked the soft cheek of the person beside her, then slurred out a name, ”Lu... August Oliver.”

”Hmm?” Compared to Annan and the others, August Oliver was the only one present whose face hadn’t changed from drinking.

Olivia just called his name once, then turned her head back. Unexpectedly, she suddenly kicked off her high heels, stood up, and wobbly walked to the side.

Suddenly, she cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted loudly at the sea, ”Ah!”

She screamed hoarsely, desperate to vent all the pressure she had felt during this time.

Then she gave a thunderous shout towards the sea, ”To hell with capitalism!”

To hell with capitalism, to hell with the wealthy, to hell with love!

Her shout almost choked Annan, who was retching beside her. After puking, he raised his head, his face pale, and said to August Oliver, ”Boss, I think Sis is drunk.”

”She’s not just drunk; she’s very drunk.” August Oliver got up and supported the swaying woman, feeling a sense of disillusionment with his goddess.

The person he remembered as always being as perfect as a goddess was now disheveled, barefoot, her hair messy, and acting like a drunken madwoman. Although he was somewhat flabbergasted, he didn’t feel even the slightest bit of disdain.

Annan’s stomach was an inferno of pain, so he didn’t notice his expression at all. Weakly waving his hand, he said, ”You should take Sis back to sleep first; I’ll drag the other two back later.”

”No, I’ll take her back to the hotel.” August Oliver had already taken Olivia’s hand and lifted her onto his back.

Annan was a bit surprised and advised, ”It’s so late, just let Sis crash here for the night. At worst, let Sis sleep in your room and you can take the sofa. Don’t worry, Nico and I won’t disturb Sis’s rest.”

”I’ll take her back to the hotel.” August Oliver seemed particularly insistent, his rebellious eyes revealing immense care for Olivia Lewis.

Annan’s stomach churned again, and he didn’t have the energy to persuade him anymore, so he just said ”Alright,” and then went back to the side to vomit.

August Oliver’s pale profile was firm as he adjusted the person on his back to make her more comfortable. Then, he walked unsteadily towards the wooden house, carrying the drunk woman...