After Betrayal: Lightning Marriage to Mr. Enigmatic-Chapter 797 Drunkenness

The bar was getting more crowded and noisier.

David sat on the sofa, continuously pouring drinks for Harry Hunter.

The music was so loud that he couldn’t hear clearly what Harry and Isabella Weaver were saying, he only knew that they were having a great time.

It was the first time he had seen Harry Hunter indulging himself like this, drinking one glass after another without any change in his expression, as if his stomach was a bottomless pit.

So, the CEO could actually drink like this; usually, no matter how important the clients he met, he would just have one or two drinks to be polite.

Now, to please his wife, he was showing his true drinking capacity.

David didn’t drink a drop, maintaining a clear mind, and diligently fulfilling his duties as a secretary.

Halfway through the drinking, the CEO seemed to lose another game to his wife, not only was he punished with more drinks but he also got up to sing on stage.

A few minutes later, after he finished singing and came back, his wife jumped up and darted into his arms, giving him a passionate kiss, which was met with a burst of enthusiastic applause from the people around.

David joined in the applause, chuckling softly, realizing that there really was such a thing as love.

Seeing them, he actually started to believe in it a bit today.

He really couldn’t have imagined before how the cold and indifferent Harry Hunter could be sweet and affectionate with a woman, even earning the nickname of ’wife doting demon.’ It turns out Harry is completely different in front of his wife.

The group stayed in the bar until the early hours before wrapping up, David and a few others who didn’t drink, of course, wouldn’t be drunk, while Harry drank the most, his gaze remained clear as ever.

The only one drunk was Isabella Weaver.

When she got drunk, she acted differently from others; she just held Harry’s face, repeatedly calling out "husband," in a soft, tender voice that could mesmerize anyone’s soul.

David started to understand why someone as aloof as Harry would fall for her.

He considered himself to have very strong and steadfast willpower, rarely swayed by external things; women to him were nothing but alluring skeletons, yet Isabella’s voice...

If she weren’t Harry’s wife, he might have even been tempted!

David chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking perhaps he had been single for too long and should find a girlfriend.

He gathered his emotions and calmly followed behind Harry as they exited the bar.

He drove behind them slowly, ahead of his car were bodyguards Grace Watt, Jace, and David himself, and about ten meters ahead was Harry.

The night breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of flowers, blew across Isabella Weaver’s face.

Isabella sobered up slightly and then realized she was actually on Harry’s back.

Feeling a bit tipsy, her tongue was heavy, and she slurred, "Husband, where are you taking me?"

"Back to the hotel, little drunkard, just look at what a state you’re in?"

Harry’s voice was gentle, his tone full of affection, without a trace of blame.

Actually, he was the one indulging her drinking; rare to be happy tonight, and with him around, might as well let her drink to her heart’s content.

"I’m not drunk, let me down, I’ll walk myself!"

Isabella struggled on Harry’s back, he had no choice but to set her down.

But she barely took a couple of steps and almost stumbled.

"Hmm, a drunk always insists they’re not drunk."

Harry helplessly picked her back up, taking advantage of her drunkenness to coax her.

"Isabella, do you like me?"

Isabella loudly declared, "Like! I like you! Harry, I like you very, very much! I want to marry you!"

Her voice was loud enough for the four people following behind to hear, and they chuckled softly.

Indeed, she was quite drunk, having forgotten she was already married to Harry, wanting to marry him again.