Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)
Chapter 105

Chapter 105

I was lying down, wondering if I could still make it back to campus, when I suddenly heard a loud thud nearby.

Startled, I turned my head and saw Liam tumble off the couch. He rolled a few times before finally stopping with his face flat on the floor. It was quite the sight-his prized face now scrunched up with all sorts of wrinkles from the impact.

I thought he'd wake up after a fall like that, but after waiting a moment, all he did was wriggle his hips like a cocoon and continue to lie there in the same position.

It had been snowing in Napel the past few days, and today was one of the coldest days since winter began.

I couldn't help but wonder if he'd catch a cold sleeping like that all night. My conscience nagged at me, so I got up, still a bit unsteady, and walked over to him. I gave him a light nudge with my foot.

"Liam, wake up," I said. "Come on, Liam, if you don't get up, you'll break your nose, and you'll look like a mess tomorrow."

No response.

Worried he might suffocate, I crouched down to try and move his face, but I was too weak and couldn't move him at all. With no other choice, I went out to look for a staff member.

For some reason, it took forever to replace anyone in this place, but I finally spotted a server in a black vest up ahead. I rushed toward him, calling out, "Excuse me, wait!"

Just as I was about to reach him, I tripped on something, losing my balance.

Out of nowhere, a hand caught me around the waist.

I turned and looked at the familiar face in front of me. "Thanks. You can let go now."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Just a little. Let go," I said, swatting at the hand that was holding onto me.

But it was as if he didn't understand and kept holding on. Frustrated, I raised my hand to swat him again. "Ethan, you're so annoying.

Let me go."

Ethan went quiet for a second, his dark eyes staring me down. "How much did you drink?"

I didn't like how harsh he sounded, so I frowned, not wanting to answer him at all. I turned my head, focusing on something else,

refusing to engage.

I probably didn't show my frustration enough because he suddenly let out a low chuckle.

Ethan had a deep, pleasant voice, and that soft laugh sent a little shiver through me. He pulled me closer, his voice gentle and coaxing. "Be good, baby. Tell me, how much did you drink?"

I looked up at him, momentarily lost. He was being so gentle, his deep eyes shining like they were filled with tiny stars-just like when

I first fell for him.

My thoughts were scattered from the alcohol, and I couldn't remember much of anything.

"Will you promise not to be mad?" I asked, biting my lip as I rested my chin on his shoulder, feeling a little dizzy. His arm wrapping around me kept me steady, so I let myself lean into him. "Okay, I won't be mad, baby."

Ethan was tall-much taller than me-so even leaning on his shoulder, I had to stand on my tiptoes. It wasn't very comfortable.

"Could you bend down a little? It's hard to lean on you like this."

He paused, then obediently bent down. "Alright, now can you tell me how much you drank?"

"I drank this much," I giggled, holding up one finger and waving it in front of him. "Half a bottle."

Then I frowned, remembering, "Liam took the rest. He drank all of it and even opened another bottle."

Ethan's expression suddenly turned cold-any trace of his earlier tenderness was gone-and his brow furrowed into a sharp line. "You came here with Liam?"

I always hated when Ethan got angry, so I instinctively tried to pull away, but he only tightened his grip on me. "Who did you come here with?" he asked in a sharper tone. Chapter 105

I pouted and looked down, refusing to answer. "Be good, baby. I'm not mad, okay? Just tell me."