Chapter 1415: 1054: Drunken Truths

"So, how is it? Want to order some more sparks?""Order your damn sparks!" Who the hell wanted sparks with him? Besides, what was Liam Coldwell doing coming to her place all the time for no reason.

Eva Nightingale bypassed him and walked into the living room.

On the top-grade rosewood table sat a fine bottle of whiskey. Eva picked up a glass, took a light sip, and sat down on the sofa.

Every move she made was caught in his eyes; he watched so intently he couldn’t bear to look away.

Eva of course knew he was staring, she just didn’t know why Liam Coldwell was this persistent.

They say people speak the truth when they’re drunk.

So she smiled. "Liam Coldwell, how about we switch it up a bit tonight? Drink with me. You in?"

She could hold her liquor pretty well. Liam, on the other hand, was the President, buried in work every day, always socializing and entertaining, so his tolerance was probably decent too.

Eva just wanted to get him drunk and pry some words out of him!!

His eyes darkened as he walked over and sat on the sofa opposite her, thin lips lifting slightly. "Sure. If it’s drinking you want, we’ll drink."

...

Meanwhile, downstairs, Eliana Beckett had originally intended to come up, but who knew she’d bump into the two of them sitting in the living room drinking. She decided not to go up and bother them.

Eva vanishing for a few months like this practically drove Eliana up the wall. She still didn’t know about the flash marriage; if she did, she’d definitely blow a gasket.

She vaguely felt Eva hadn’t just gone out to play, so she quickly told her people to investigate.

In fact, Liam Coldwell knew, Victor Gale knew, and Jasmine Green knew too; but they all tacitly agreed to keep it from her, not revealing the truth to Eliana.

No one knew how much time had passed.

The upstairs living room was filled with the heavy scent of alcohol.

The top-shelf whiskey and red wine tasted amazing—smooth going down, and the more you drank, the better it felt; but it wasn’t long before Eva felt a heat rising in her chest.

Damn.

She forced herself to stay calm, glanced at Liam lounging opposite her, and asked, "What exactly do you like about me?"

She figured if she was already about there, he should be about there too!

This whiskey packed a punch; even she was feeling hot. He had to be almost there!

"I like everything." He didn’t hesitate at all, looking at Eva, serious and solemn.

He was so gentle; as he answered, he lifted the corners of his lips, like God had sent him down just to bewitch teenage girls’ hearts.

"No... no. That’s not what I meant. I mean, why do you like me? I clearly already have a man. Liam Coldwell, a twisted melon isn’t sweet, and besides, you hanging on to me like this, don’t you think it’s very..."

"I’m willing." He cut her off.

"President Liam! Don’t you already have a Sophie Linwood by your side? She’s followed you for so many years. You could at least think about her. I really don’t think there’s any chance between you and me, so, President Liam, I hope you’ll take back the betrothal gifts, explain everything to my mom and Madam Coldwell, and let’s just call it a peaceful break-up."

"No, no, no, ptooey ptooey ptooey—"

"We never actually got together, so what breakup? What I mean is, I refuse to marry you!"

She couldn’t have been more blunt.

The Coldwell Family was a massive clan, not your average rich household. Women chasing after Liam Coldwell were countless; when he went to banquets, there were still plenty of women plotting how to drug him and climb into his bed.

And now, this noble, unparalleled man was being rejected just like that by Eva.

"Do you still remember the day you cried?" Liam said. "I still remember getting your call for help; that was the first time I heard you cry." And right then, he’d felt a sudden ache in his chest.

In that moment, she’d cried like rain on pear blossoms...

It was back then that she moved his heart.