Chapter 247
Triplets on Secret Mission by Lamour Toujours
Chapter 247 Sean smiled and wondered, âWhich part of us looks engaged?â Sean elaborated, âMr. Lane, I believe you have misunderstood.
Iâm not engaged, and this lady is not who you think she is. Sheâs just a friend.â
Sean said it bluntly, and the area fell silent for a moment.
Mr. Lane could not really help but feel embarrassed. He simply wanted to come over and talk He said that because they were so well-matched and close. Mr. Lane smiled as he stretched out his hand, holding the wine, and said, âThen Iâll drink a glass of wine to compensate Mr. Andersonâs friend for my embarrassment.â Molly realized Mr. Lane toasting the wine glass in front of her. It was obviously inappropriate for her to refuse because Mr. Lane was older than her and an elder. âItâs okay,â Molly said softly, sipping her wine glass. Never slap the smiler, as the saying goes. âThen Iâll go in first. Mr. Anderson, weâll talk again later.â Mr.
Lane stated. He waved his hand and walked away Molly frowned lightly as she watched the figure walk out the door. A nearby street lamp reflected the light on her, casting a half-shadow on her face and highlighting her features. âAre you okay?â Sean inquired directly. Molly creased her brow. Previously, the mature and elegant individual had transformed into a cute and delicate little girl.
âItâs not tasty,â Molly said. The mellow and robust taste of the red wine enveloped her mouth and taste buds. As if half bitter and half spicy were combined. It had an unfathomable flavor.
Molly rarely drinks alcohol, let alone the Forts familyâs vineyard red wine. Those who enjoyed it found it to be mellow, flavorful, and with an endless aftertaste. It will not be precise as Molly described it.
Sean moved his wheelchair closer to Molly and noticed that the wine glass in her hand had only a small amount of wine left; and asked softly, âYou canât drink alcohol?â Molly gave the nod. Bitterness and spiciness seemed to permeate her entire body, eventually converging in her mind. âMy alcohol tolerance is very low, and Iâm not very good at drinking it,â she explained. âI barely touched alcohol.â Molly noticed that she was having difficulty speaking.
Sean did not notice it and thought, âEven if her tolerance is low, there should be a limit. She only took a sip and couldnât possibly get drunk that quickly.â Molly sat quietly with her head down, her demeanor impeccable. Sean smirked as he thought Molly did not like it after she drank it and was upset about it.
Suddenly, he did not feel right, âMs. May was not that childish. Sheâs now completely silent. I wonder what she was thinking.â
Sean did not interrupt Molly when he realized this.
He noticed Mollyâs eyes were erratic after a while. Despite keeping her head low, the light in her eyes was not as clear and transparent as before and gradually blurred. Her cheeks were flushed, and she appeared stunned.
âIs she... drunk?â Sean was perplexed. He was stunned for a few seconds before exhaling a sigh of relief. For the first time in his life, he asked, âHow many fingers do I have here?â
Sean extended his bony fingers.
Molly was drunk for the first time. She was irritated by the strange sensation. She was under the influence of alcohol and wanted to lose her cool for no reason when she heard Seanâs voice.
Molly looked up again and noticed a clean and broad hand shaking incessantly. âWhy am I being treated this way when Iâm not feeling well?â she wondered.
In displeasure, Molly then grabbed that hand and said, âIâm feeling a little dizzy right now. Stop swaying in front of my face.â
Sean grasped Mollyâs small hand to keep her from falling to the ground. âSheâs really drunk, he thought helplessly.