Ranaway From Wedding, Fell into Tycoon's Love Trap-Chapter 476 I Want to Drink 2

After hearing what Thomas Fisher said, Alice Turner retorted unwillingly. Due to the alcohol, she slurred her words a bit, "What’s your head made of? Why do you react so slowly?"

As she spoke, she poked his head with her finger.

"My brain is made of mush."

Even having his head poked, Thomas Fisher wasn’t angry. This kind of Alice Turner was a first for him to see. He knew in his heart that it was all because of the alcohol. He removed her hand from poking his head.

When he was about to ask the waiter for water for her, he suddenly heard her say, "So your head is made of mush, no wonder you’re so muddled."

Alice Turner said this while raising her right hand in front of Thomas Fisher, holding up three fingers and asked, "How many fingers is this?"

She tilted her head, waiting for his answer.

"Three!"

Thomas Fisher clearly knew that Alice Turner was drunk, but he still answered her very cooperatively. To him, she looked rather cute like this.

"Then how many is this?"

Alice Turner seemed to be having a lot of fun, holding up four fingers and letting Thomas Fisher guess again. He wasn’t annoyed and said truthfully and patiently, "Four!"

As long as it distracted her from drinking more, he was willing to play along, no matter how childish the game was.

"And this?"

Thomas Fisher’s cooperation made Alice Turner play tirelessly, constantly changing the number of fingers she held up, letting him guess again and again. He didn’t get tired of answering each time.

Gurgle!

While they were enjoying themselves, Alice Turner’s stomach protested. Hearing the rumbling from her stomach, she instinctively touched her belly.

"Hehe! I seem to be hungry!"

She touched her stomach, laughing foolishly as she spoke to the man sitting next to her.

"If you’re hungry, let’s go eat."

Without a moment of hesitation, Thomas Fisher helped up the thoroughly drunk Alice Turner to stand. He didn’t dare pause and supported her as they headed for the bar’s exit.

"Where are you taking me? I want to drink."

Alice Turner struggled not to go with Thomas Fisher and wanted to sit back down to continue drinking. No matter how strong she was, she was still a girl.

Seeing this, Thomas Fisher mouthed in frustration and pulled her towards the door, "Let’s find a place to eat, and we can drink while eating."

As if he would continue drinking with her; first, he needed to coax her out with a little lie.

"Really? You better not be lying to me, or you know the consequences." Alice Turner made a kicking motion in sync with her words.

Thomas Fisher instinctively glanced at his leg, recalling the kick from earlier. It still hurt.

"I’m scared of you, heroine!"

He said with words that expressed fear, but there was not the slightest hint of fear on his face.

The drunken Alice Turner didn’t notice any of this and truly believed there would be more booze at dinner, so she didn’t argue with Thomas Fisher to stay.

This was precisely the situation Thomas Fisher was hoping for. Worrying she might try to go back in a bit, he quickly settled the bill and helped her leave the bar.

Both of them had been drinking, so they couldn’t drive.

Thomas Fisher took Alice Turner to a restaurant near the bar. It was dinnertime peak hour, and there were many diners in the restaurant.

He looked around and saw an empty spot in the corner. Supporting her, he headed toward it.

But just as they were about to reach the spot, he saw a young, stylish girl sit down in that spot.

As Thomas Fisher was about to find another place with Alice Turner, he suddenly spotted a particularly familiar figure.