Ivy held the steering wheel and looked back, "Where do you live? I'll send you first.
"Hilton." Olive didn't have to be polite to him.
"How long will it take you to finish your work here?" He asked inadvertently, which sounded like
chatting.
"It will not take a long time." She was eager to go home and mae a phone call, but it was at midnight
and she was afraid to wake them up, make them worried.
Ivy laughed, "The new boss seems to think highly of you."
"Maybe." Olive answered ambiguously. She didn't know such attention was a blessing or a curse, "I
may have drunk too much tonight. My head aches a little. I need to have a rest and please wake me up
if we arrive."
The feeling of drunkenness was not good, not only the body suffered, but also the wound in the heart
could not heal.
"Okay." Seeing that she did not want to say anything else, Ivy stopped talking about it, but looked a
little upset.
At the entrance of the hotel, Olive really fell asleep. The car had stopped for a long time but she was
still leaning on the back seat motionlessly and calmly, and she frowned and looked a little sad.
She was unhappy.
Ivy wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he was also afraid of being abrupt. He got out of the car,
opened the back door, looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed slightly, then he pushed her
gently, "Olive?"
"Hmm..." Olive woke up, opened her eyes and rubbed them, "Have we arrived?"
She didn't expect that she would fall asleep. Maybe alcohol could really help people fall asleep. Getting
out of the car, she was dizzy and walked unstably.
Ivy supported her, "I'll send you to go upstairs."
Olive waved her hand, "No, I haven't been drunk. Xenia is still in the car. You can take her back and
drive carefully."
"Call me when you get to your room."
"Ok." Olive did not think much about it. She waved to him and went inside.
She was not drunk very much. At least she clearly remembered that her room number was 1306. She
wondered that if the man in the next room had been back.
He was so gentle to Ophelia, presumably, their relationship must be very close and good. At that time,
he said he only loved her, but later, his fiancee appeared. Ophelia was arrogant and vicious. Olive also
doubted the authenticity of her identity, but later, muckraking weekly had exposed that they stayed
together and behaved very intimately for several times, but Alan did not deny it.
Now he came to look for her, was it because he still loved her, or because want to enjoy the happiness
of getting the love of two women? It is said that women's minds were difficult to understand, but
wanting to know men's minds was also annoying.
Not only Meyer's warning and threat but his vague emotion, seemed to be two huge and heavy stones
which squeezed her in a narrow gap and made her breathless.
Suddenly she hated herself a little. It had been five years but she couldn't forget their momentary love.
Alan, It was me who was cheated by you, or it was me who never understood you. Commitment was
useless, and it was just like a cloud.
Olive opened the door with her room card and staggered down to the bed. Although her limbs became
uncoordinated, she was still awake. It turned out that it was not easy for a person like her to get drunk.
No sooner had she turned on her cell phone than Ivy called.
"Have you returned to your room?"
"Well, I just arrived. How far do you still need to drive?"
"About ten minutes. You have an early rest, and later, drink less alcohol, or it will do damage to your
health."
"Well, I know."
"Olive, you... Is there something weighing on your mind?" It was a well-known fact in their friends' circle
that she was good at drinking. But it was the first time for Ivy to review that she got her own drunk.
Olive was stunned that Alan's influence on her had been so obvious that other people could find that at
a glance?
She smiled and said lightly, "No, I had a good time tonight. Your friend is very interesting. Did you drink
too much and have your eyes blurred?"
"I hope so." Ivy knew that she would not confess to him. Over the years, he had also been familiar with
her personality. It was okay to make jokes on her usually. But there was a corner, a forbidden zone,
where no one could enter except herself.
But it seemed to be that the more obscure it was, the more curious it was. When she sang that song,
he was thinking about what kind of man could make her miss for so many years.
Her voice came out in his ear, "That's bad. You're still driving, bah, remember to send me a message
when you arrive"
Ivy laughed, " I'm afraid at that time you were already asleep.
Olive sat up from bed, smelled the alcohol, frowned and rubbed her forehead vigorously, "I still have to
take a bath and then go to sleep. I won't talk to you, so as not to affect your driving. Pay attention to
safety, remember to send a message to me."
Hanging up the phone, Olive took off her dress and went into the bathroom barefoot. Hot water hit her
face, which made her more drunk. Instantly she blushed.
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