Chapter 583: Getting Drunk
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
After finishing the entire bottle of liquor, Laney was totally plastered. She couldnât support herself and
had to lean over the bar counter, muttering drunken gibberish.
âI donât need a man. I have friends. Thatâs more than enough. Isnât it good to be single and free? Why
would I want a man?â Listening to her drunken ramblings, Janet didnât know how to respond. She
carefully draped a coat over Laneyâs shoulders and patted her on the back. Then she caught a glimpse
of the man sitting in a booth near them.
The dim light in the bar illuminated Garrettâs face, exposing the complex emotions in his eyes. He was
looking at Laney in pensive silence. After hesitating slightly, Janet nodded at Garrett in greeting. She
had no idea he had followed Laney there. 1 Laney suddenly reached out and tugged Janetâs sleeve.
âHey, whyâd you stop? Letâs have another round. Didnât you say youâd get hammered with me?â
âOkay, okay. Letâs drink.â Janet turned around and continued to pour whiskey for Laney as if she hadnât
seen Garrett. Perhaps Laney had sensed Janetâs hesitation. She craned her neck and turned to look in
the direction Janet was facing just now.
âWhat were you looking at just now? Did you see a hot guy? I want to see him, too!â
âI wasnât looking at anything. Come on, letâs drink,â Janet said quickly, wanting to stop her. But she was
too late. Laney had already seen the man Janet was looking at just now.
Garrett stood out amongst the crowd. Maybe it was because the rest of the people in the bar were
pretty blandâlooking, or maybe it was simply because Garrett was outstandingly handsome that
Laneyâs eyes were drawn to him almost instantly.
After the two locked eyes, Laney quickly withdrew her gaze. She staggered to her feet, picked up her
things, and grabbed Janetâs arm.
âI donât want to drink anymore. Letâs go.â However, before they could leave, Garrett suddenly reached
for Laneyâs hand and said gently, âYouâre drunk. Let me drive you home.â
But Laney pushed him away. Her legs were a little weak, so she staggered a little.
âI donât need you to take me home. You already know that Iâm drunk, so why do you still offer me a
ride? What do you expect to happen, huh?â Janet hurried to Laneyâs side and shook her head at
Garrett.
âShe doesnât want to see you for now. Donât worry. Iâll take her home.â Garrett didnât try to insist. Janet
hailed a taxi and then helped Laney in.
The second Laney got back to her apartment, she slumped over her bed, murmuring something
incoherent. Janet was worried about Laney. After tucking her in, she texted Ethan, telling him that she
would stay the night at Laneyâs place.
The following morning, Laney woke up with a splitting headache. Her grumpy expression, coupled with
her pale, chapped lips, made her look even more depressed.
âLaney, you donât look so good. Do you want to go back to bed and sleep some more?â Janet had gone
out to get breakfast. When she came back and saw the listless Laney, she was genuinely worried.
Laney rubbed her aching temples and said dismally, âNo, Iâm fine.â
Janet set a cup of coffee in front of Laney and said, âTime heals all wounds. Do you want to go on a
vacation? Maybe what you need is a change of environment.â Laney sipped on her coffee and
grimaced, still feeling the effects of the liquor.
âDo you have the time to go with me?â Janet smiled. âI can ask for a vacation leave. Besides, I havenât
been that busy lately.â Laney fell silent and proceeded to drink her coffee. Just then, Janetâs phone
rang. Looking at the caller ID, she excused herself.
âI need to take this. Think about it, okay?â It was from Ethan. The second the call connected, he said in
a low, melancholic voice, âGrandmaâs sick. We have to go back to Seacisco today.â