Chapter 118

The capacity for alcohol and its effect on the body didn’t necessarily correlate. Drinking too much

could harm anyone, regardless of their tolerance.

Rosalie worried about this. Moreover, Theodore hadn’t eaten anything yet. A mere mouthful of food

wouldn’t counteract so much alcohol.

“Rose,” Rebecca spoke up, “you worry too much. He’s a grown man, and he knows his limits. I

wouldn’t let him drink if he couldn’t handle

it.”

“Please, Grandma. Spare Theo, okay? Don’t let him drink anymore. What if he gets drunk?”

Rosalie’s concern for her husband was evident on her face.

“What’s the harm in getting drunk? It’s not like he won’t wake up. He can just sleep it off.” Rebecca

shrugged off the concern, showing no mercy when it came to her grandson.

Rosalie wanted to say more, but before she could, Theodore placed the glass on the table. When

she turned to look, she saw that he had already finished the second glass of wine.

Rosalie watched helplessly as Anthony filled the glass again, feeling dizzy just from the sight of it. o

“Eat something before you drink the third glass,” she said. She picked up a bowl and offered him

some food, unable to stop herself from

caring.

Theodore’s lips curled slightly as he gently grasped her wrist. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

As they locked eyes, a hint of tenderness shone in his gaze. To

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Ne was probably quite drunk, maybe even tipsy

Theodore was indeed a bit drunk. Ahough he could handle his liquor, not eating anything and

drinking so much inevitably got to him. His Vesion was beginning to look a bit bleary

Seeing Rosalie avert her eyes, he spicked slightly. Then, he lifted the olase again, ready to drink

more

ale hurried to stop him, but then she remembered something and stated. She retracted her hand,

and watched helplessly as he downed the remaining wine

She couldn’t stop him, and Rebecca was set on punishing him.

Rosalie felt frantic as Theodore emptied the glass. After setting it down, his complexion looked off.

Even someone with a high tolerance shouldn’t drink like this, especially considering the high

cohol content of the wine.

Quick, eat something.” Rosalie grabbed his hand, thrusting the utensils into it. “Eat quickly.”

Theodore smirked and glanced at fjer, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

He didn’t rush to eat, but turned to Rebecca instead. “Grandma, are you still upset? If you are, I’ll

finish this bottle.”

He reached for the remaining wine in the bottle.

Rosalie panicked, and snatched the bottle away. “Don’t drink anymore! Three glasses are enough,

Grandma.”