Can't stop loving you novel Chapter 104

Seeing that they had reached a consensus, Maynard called.

Soon, two male servers in black swallow tailed suits, wearing white gloves and pushing a cases of whiskey for drink, had poured fifteen glasses of wine in front of Maynard and Zarian. Then they picked up pieces of ice from the ice bucket that gave off cold air and put them into these fifteen glasses.

Looking at the totally 30 glasses of wine that had been added up, a piece of ice appeared at the bottom of the glass, which made her very nervous. "Are you sure you want to have a race with me?"

Just looking at the glass with the same diameter of four centimeters and six centimeters, she was terrified.

"Of course." After Maynard sent away the waiter, the expression on his face could not be doubted.

"Don't worry, Viola. I'm sure to win." Zarian's eyes were gentle and affectionate.

Viola looked away and swallowed hard. "Well, I'll count the time. The one who drinks up the wine in front of you and the one who still doesn't bend down within thirty minutes will win."

"Of course." Maynard said in an indifferent voice.

After checking the time on her cell phone for 30 minutes, she acted as the referee and said, "One, two, three, start!

As soon as she finished speaking, she pressed the timer function on her cellphone.

Both of them picked up the glass of wine on the table and gulped it down. Then they put down the bottle and drank the second glass of wine at a surprisingly fast speed, as if neither of them was outdone.

Within 30 minutes, Margaret saw them drinking down one glass after another, without even breathing.

Viola was stunned. Although the thirty glasses of wine were less than two centimeters full, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to drink so much.

As time passed, twenty-five minutes had passed by. It was not until then that she saw that the movements of the two men who were drinking gradually slowed down.

However, none of them fell down although they slowed down.

When she saw Maynard's straight face and drunk expression in her eyes, Zarian's face turned red and his eyes were filled with wine. They were not sure who was the winner.

Thinking of the glass of wine in front of them, she clapped and said, "Mr. Chu, there are two glasses of wine left in front of you. And Zarian, there are three glasses in front of you, and there are four minutes left before thirty minutes. Who will give up?"

She meant to be good for them. Unexpectedly, they all picked up wines and drank them all at once as if they were stimulated, and their eyes were filled with terrible fighting spirit.

The timer on the screen showed "0 seconds". Then she saw that none of them fell down, although they were still drunk.

"Reporter Qi, who won?" Maynard put his hand near his temple. His eyes were full of drunkenness and tiredness.

Zarian looked at the same direction. The corners of his eyes turned slightly red because of alcohol.

Viola licked her dry lips and declared the result delightedly, "Play."

They all drank up the fifteen glasses of wine. Neither did they die nor got drunk.

It was an unexpected draw.

"…… No way. Let's continue. " Maynard loosened his gray tie around his neck and leaned back against the chair.

"Like "I agree." Zarian shook his head. He said, trying to wake himself up.

A trace of cunning flashed through her eyes. She walked up to them and placed her hands on the table. "I have announced the result of the competition. Now that you have tied, then you can disappear from my sight."

She liked herself for being so clever.

"No way." Zarian rejected, as he first came to his senses.

Maynard sneered at this. "Since the outcome is not yet decided, of course it's like what it was before."

A yawn came at the sound of her sleepiness.

She wasn't willing to, but she chose the latter when they were drinking and sleeping.

When she had just nodded her head in agreement, Maynard and Zarian bent over the table, as if they had pressed the key.

If they hadn't heard their deep breathing, she would have thought they had drunk to death.

A few moments later, a small round ball rolled in Viola's hand. She stepped forward, shook it in front of them and said, "Mr. Chu, Zarian?"

No response.

Staring at their black hair, she came up with an idea.

She walked out as fast as she could and asked the waiter for paper and pen. After writing two promises to him, she took out lipstick from her trouser pocket and smiled wickedly.

She bent down, put her lipstick on the pad of Zarian's right thumb. Then she took his hand and made a commitment to him at the bottom right corner of the first commitment.

Then she did the same as she did to Zarian and pressed the palm print with Maynard's hand. After that, she took out two pieces of beer and was pleased, looking for a room to sleep.

"Stop." All of a sudden, Maynard raised his hand and stretched it to grasp her arm.

Upon hearing that, Viola stopped her footsteps and turned around automatically. "Mr. Chu..."

"What? Who are you? " Maynard stared at her for a while.

He was obviously not sober, so she tried to get rid of his hand, but only to find that he was holding her even tighter.

"…… Viola, let me help you. " Before Viola could nod in agreement, he kicked at Maynard's chair.

As the chair turned over, Maynard fell on Viola, who was wrapped in a soft carpet.

Being pinned half dead, she glared at Zarian only to find him sleeping on the table.

Clenching her teeth, she questioned, "Didn't you promise to help me? I know you are messing up. "

"What did you say?" Her whole body was bent over her, and her eyes were blank because of the effect of alcohol.

Viola pushed him and said, "Get up first."

"You smell good..." Maynard acted as if he hadn't heard her at all. He lowered his head to sniff her neck.

She wanted to slap him, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't play rascal when you get drunk."

All of a sudden, Maynard raised his head and held her white face in his big hands. After fixing his eyes on her beautiful lips, he felt like being bewitched

Feeling like weeping but having no tears, Viola turned her head, intending to avoid his kiss, but was then kissed on the lips. Maynard bit her lightly as if she was being punished, and slowly put his hands around her waist

It took Viola a lot of effort to escape. She could barely breath and shouted at Zarian, "Zarian Help! "

Zarian seemed to have heard her voice and staggered in front of them. He was drunk and confused when he saw this scene. "You go on. I am going to jump into the sea."

A shudder ran through her body. She dodged his kiss and pulled out her hands, trying to get rid of his hands. "Hey, Zarian is going to die. Let go of my hand."

"Okay." Maynard cracked and fell asleep, burying his head in her neck.

She tried to push him away but failed. She could only shout for help, "Help! Somebody wants to jump into the sea! Help!"

But the wind from the sea was the only response.

The next morning, when Viola woke up, she saw a pair of deep dark eyes, she screamed.

Upon seeing them on the ground, Zarian's face turned pale.

"Viola, what did he do to you last night?" Then he reached out his hand and held Viola up.

Thinking of his reaction last night, she got extremely angry and shook off his hand, "Isn't it too late for you to remember it now?"

Zarian felt hurt on his face. What happened last night?

With a calm face, Maynard walked to the sofa and sat down. He rubbed his forehead and said in reproach, "Reporter Qi, if you want to seduce me, you shouldn't have been on the floor."

A little sick.

When she looked down upon the two promises on her hand by accident, she immediately became complacent and said: "You two put your finger marks here last night, and please disappear in front of me in a year."

She held up the cup in her hand and showed it to Zarian.

"Viola, take care of yourself." At the sight of the hand print, he left with no more hesitation.

A trace of guilt flashed through her eyes, but she quickly returned to normal.

"What's on the promise?" Maynard said, shooting her a disdainful glance.

Viola added, "Of course, I want to draw with my own hands. I feel very guilty in front of them, so I took the initiative to assure them that I will disappear in a year."

"Really?" Hearing that, Maynard took a look at the lipstick print left on his finger and squinted in a casual manner. "Apply a lipstick worth hundreds of dollars on our hands. It must be very painful."

Without a second thought, Viola blurted out, "Of course!"

As soon as she finished saying that, she saw a grimace in Maynard's eyes, which looked like a smile, and she felt frustrated.