Triplets on Secret Mission
Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Sean smiled and wondered, ‘Which part of us looks engaged?’ Sean elaborated, “Mr. Lane, I believe youhave misunderstood. I’m not engaged, and this lady is not who you think she is. She’s just a friend.”

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 saidthat because they were so well-matched and close. Mr. Lane smiled as he stretched out his hand,holding the wine, and said, “Then I’ll drink a glass of wine to compensate Mr. Anderson’s friend for myembarrassment.” Molly realized Mr. Lane toasting the wine glass in front of her. It was obviouslyinappropriate for her to refuse because Mr. Lane was older than her and an elder. “It’s okay,” Molly saidsoftly, sipping her wine glass. Never slap the smiler, as the saying goes. “Then I’ll go in first. Mr.Anderson, we’ll talk again later.” Mr. Lane stated. He waved his hand and walked away Molly frownedlightly 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. “Are you okay?” Sean inquired directly.Molly creased her brow. Previously, the mature and elegant individual had transformed into a cute anddelicate little girl.

“It’s not tasty,” Molly said. The mellow and robust taste of the red wine enveloped her mouth and tastebuds. As if half bitter and half spicy were combined. It had an unfathomable flavor.

Molly rarely drinks alcohol, let alone the Forts family’s vineyard red wine. Those who enjoyed it found it tobe 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 smallamount of wine left; and asked softly, “You can’t drink alcohol?” Molly gave the nod. Bitterness andspiciness seemed to permeate her entire body, eventually converging in her mind. “My alcohol tolerance

is very low, and I’m not very good at drinking it,” she explained. “I barely touched alcohol.” Molly noticedthat she was having difficulty speaking.

Sean did not notice it and thought, ‘Even if her tolerance is low, there should be a limit. She only took asip and couldn’t possibly get drunk that quickly.’ Molly sat quietly with her head down, her demeanorimpeccable. 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, ‘Ms. May was not that childish. She’s now completely silent. I wonderwhat she was thinking.’

Sean did not interrupt Molly when he realized this.

He noticed Molly’s eyes were erratic after a while. Despite keeping her head low, the light in her eyeswas not as clear and transparent as before and gradually blurred. Her cheeks were flushed, and sheappeared stunned.

‘Is she… drunk?’ Sean was perplexed. He was stunned for a few seconds before exhaling a sigh ofrelief. For the first time in his life, he asked, “How many fingers do I have here?”

Sean extended his bony fingers.

Molly was drunk for the first time. She was irritated by the strange sensation. She was under theinfluence of alcohol and wanted to lose her cool for no reason when she heard Sean’s voice.

Molly looked up again and noticed a clean and broad hand shaking incessantly. ‘Why am I being treatedthis way when I’m not feeling well?’ she wondered.

In displeasure, Molly then grabbed that hand and said, “I’m feeling a little dizzy right now. Stop swayingin front of my face.”

Sean grasped Molly’s small hand to keep her from falling to the ground. ‘She’s really drunk, he thoughthelplessly.