Chapter 1092
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
In about half a minute, Blake pieced it all together. Liam had brought her back from Eternal Seasons.
Sitting on the edge of the bed in confusion, Blake suddenly recalled that she seemed to have teased him, tried to take off his clothes, and even mentioned wanting to have a child with him.
She said to herself, âBlake! Are you that thirsty? In TV shows, isnât it always the case that people donât remember anything after getting drunk? Now, can someone please tell me why I remember everything so vividly? Oh no, this is bad!â
Blake rarely got drunk, but who would have thought she would get this wild when she did? She thought, âI think when Liam comes looking for me, I might have some explaining to do, maybe even face the music.â
She resided across the hall with a room layout nearly identical to Liamâs. She grabbed her bag from the bedside and quietly opened the bedroom door. She peered into the pitch-dark living room, thinking Liam was probably asleep. She took a few steps, closed the door behind her, and made her move to leave.
Just then, the next roomâs door suddenly swung open. Liam wore cozy white pajamas, with tousled hair falling over his forehead, hiding those amber-like eyes. Seeing Blake awake, Liam quickly tucked away the freshly lit cigarette he held between his fingertips behind his back.
Blake caught Liamâs subtle moves and sniffed the smoke wafting from the guest room where he slept.
They locked eyes and froze for almost half a minute before Blake reacted, âY-Youâre awake?â
Liam casually replied, âNo, Iâm updating todayâs novel chapter. Are you heading back?â
Blake could not figure out why, but seeing him like this suddenly made her feel sorry for him, âYou stayed up this late, right? Did I go overboard today and mess up your routine? Iâm sorry! Those clients that I entertained got me completely hammered. Normally, Iâm not a heavy drinker at all.â
Liam glanced down and said, âItâs okay.â
âWell⦠Iâll head back now! You should go to bed. Donât let me interfere with your work tomorrow,â said Blake.
Liam nodded, âOkay.â
After Blake left, the motion-sensor lights in the hallway automatically lit up. She returned home, sat on her balconyâs rattan chair, and let the cold breeze hit her. Instantly, her mind cleared up considerably.
Looking at the darkness below, it would not be long before dawn.
She crashed out for a good while at Liamâs house, so she was not feeling the least bit sleepy now, She could not shake off his sad expression and what he said earlier, âFrom childhood to now, Iâve always been their own families. After I recovered from my illness, my mother hasnât paid much attention to my recent situation.â
Right downstairs, a car hid in the darkness. The man in the driverâs seat stared at the place where the lights were still on. Blakeâs phone was in her bag. A message came in, but she did not hear the notification sound.
After a while, she got up, grabbed a bunch of snacks from the room, and headed to the door. Just as she was about to ring his doorbell, she noticed the closed door swung open on its own. She walked in slowly and placed the snacks she brought on the dining table. Looking at the light spilling from the door crack and listening to the faint sounds, she thought, âI knew he hadnât gone to bed yet.â
âLiam, check out what I brought for you.â Blake grinned and opened the door. Her smile instantly froze when she saw the white pills in Liamâs hand, âWhat meds are you taking? Is your headache still bothering you? What about those herbal medicines I recommended last time? Did it not work after you take it?â
Blake sat next to Liam, the soft mattress sinking slightly, âI was just gone for a bit; how did I not notice his bloodshot eyes? It only happens when he has a splitting headache.â