Chapter 1455 Getting Drunk (2/2)

Half an hour later, Taylor finally found Louis, who was squatting awkwardly at the side of the road. It was obvious that he was drunk out of his mind.

Seeing him like this, Taylor couldn't help but feel angry. She could see some women near him who seemed to be waiting for the right time to approach him. This made her even angrier. She couldn't wait to reproach him for his reckless behavior.

”Hey, can you still walk?” Taylor walked over and kicked Louis in the shin.

Cold, angry eyes immediately looked up at her. However, once he recognized her, the coldness immediately disappeared and his eyes turned soft. In fact, he suddenly looked excited upon seeing Taylor.

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r to finally break free from his grasp. She then tucked him in, quietly sorted the mess inside the room, closed the door, and then left.

When morning came, the bright little rays of sunlight started to seep from the curtain, shining on the face of the man lying peacefully on the bed.

The sun beamed directly into his eyes. Louis opened his sleepy eyes slightly as the light illuminated his face.

He sat up slowly and felt a light pounding in his head, probably the result of last night's drinking. For a quick moment, he felt as if all kinds of sounds in the room disappeared and he could near nothing, only silence. Suddenly, the memories of last night came back to him. Louis blinked rapidly, suddenly coming back to his senses.

He could feel a terrible headache about to come. He really regretted drinking so much last night.

He observed his room and realized that he was in an unfamiliar environment. A bag beside the bed caught his attention. There was also a note underneath it.

”Try not to drink so much next time. Have some porridge to warm your stomach,” he read the note out loud. The note was signed by Taylor.

Next to him was a bowl of porridge. Louis gently reached out to touch it. It was still warm. Last night's memories invaded his mind. He suddenly remembered everything, including what Taylor had told him while he was drunk.

He picked up the bowl of porridge and gently rubbed the plastic container with his fingers. It seemed that Taylor had only left a little while ago.

As he stared at the bowl of warm porridge in his hands, Louis didn't really know how to describe what he was feeling. The fact that had she made the effort to bring him the porridge made him feel warm inside, but a part of him was still disappointed.

After all, he had still woken up without her by his side. . . . . .