NovelOnlineChapter 1011: "Yes." Ernest's deep voice was calm yet firm. "Trust me. It's just us here. Remember, today's your birthday-we should be celebrating." Slowly, Elissa's panic subsided, though her cheeks still bore the tracks of her tears. She was so overwhelmed that she barely noticed Ernest had been holding her hand all along. Yet, instinctively, she held his hand tighter, seeking comfort in his touch.
Seeing Elissa was still unsettled, Ernest guided her to a seat. After a moment of thought, he decided to pour her a glass of whiskey. He believed it might calm her nerves faster than red wine.
Ernest handed her the glass. "Here, take a sip. It will help you feel better." "Oh, okay..." Elissa nodded, collecting the glass with her trembling hands, and began to sip the drink slowly. She made a slight face as the flavor hit her. "It's quite strong." "Yes," Ernest nodded. "It's definitely stronger than red wine..." Seeing her reaction, he quickly added, "If it's too much, you don't have to drink it." "It's fine." Elissa shook her head, gripping the glass firmly. "I can handle it." With a few more sips, she felt her shaking begin to subside.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing her gradually relax, Ernest encouraged, "Drink a little more if it helps, but there's no need to push yourself." She nodded. "Okay." He figured that since Elissa was accustomed to drinking red wine, a glass of whiskey should not be too overwhelming for her.
Just then, his phone rang-it was Quentin calling.
"Hold on here for a bit. I need to take this call," Ernest told Elissa as he stood and moved to a corner to talk.
Discover endless adventures on g alno vels; con He listened intently as Quentin sought his advice on a couple of issues, asking pointed questions before making any judgments. "Alright, I understand. Here's what you're gonna do..." After ending the call, Ernest returned to find Elissa slumped on the sofa, her head drooping as though she had dozed off.
"Elissa?" He paused, squatted in front of her, and gently tapped her shoulder. "Did you fall asleep?" There was no reply from her.
Ernest let out a soft chuckle. "I think it's tfor bed. I'll help you to your room." Still, he got no response.
"Should I carry you?" Ernest arched an eyebrow and extended his hand to lift her. However, as he moved to pick her up, the woman in his arms suddenly opened her eyes.
Even though she couldn't see, Ernest felt a jolt in his heart and his eyes darted around anxiously. "You... weren't sleeping?" "Hehe..." Elissa's face lit up with a mischievous grin. "Nope! Did I ever mention I was sleeping? It's my birthday -I haven't even blown out the candles or sung the birthday song yet. How could I possibly be asleep?" Something about her demeanor was unusual. Her hazy look and relaxed attitude were clear signs that the alcohol had taken effect.
Ernest gave a weak smile. "Elissa, you've had too much to drink." "You're the one who's had too much!” Elissa responded with a frown, her lips puckering in mock displeasure. “I'm absolutely fine! How could I be drunk?" She then slipped out of Ernest's grasp. "Don't believe me? Watchwalk in a straight line to show you I'm sober!" "Elissa." Before Ernest could intervene, Elissa had already scaled the couch.
What was she up to? Ernest watched in shock. Hadn't she said she wanted to walk a straight line? Was she planning to walk on the couch?
"Yes!" In an instant, Elissa started jumping on the couch clapping her hands joyously. Look! Look! Am I walking a straight line or not?" Ernest was taken aback by her antics. So this was what drunk Elissa was like... certainly surprising.
How had she gotten tipsy from just one glass of whiskey? Could it be the mix of red wine and whiskey? Ernest sighed, reaching out to her with a calm voice. "Okay, stop jumping. Cdown now. Be careful so you don't fall." "Tell me! Did I walk a straight line or not?" Elissa persisted, adamantly seeking confirmation.
"Yes, you did." Ernest couldn't hold back his laughter, nodding inom agreement. At this point, he was just going along with whatever she said. "See? I told you I'm not drunk! Hehe..." "Elissa..."
Ernest felt a lump in his throat as he lifted his hands to gently cup hem warm, rosy cheeks, Hushed from the alcohol. His fingertips tenderly grazed her lips, lingering there briefly.
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