Chapter 207 Was the night really going to end like this?

At the dinner table, I couldn't help but give Michael some advice, and he expressed his hope for Betty and me to live happily.

The conversation was filled with sentimental words, yet for some reason, I felt little emotion stirring within me.

As I took my first sip of wine, a troubling thought crossed my mind: Could it be that Betty and Michael planned to get me drunk, to take advantage of my inebriated state and have one last passionate night together before Michael left home tomorrow?

After all, who knew when he would return?

With this suspicion, I kept a watchful eye on Michael as we drank.

Michael was still just a kid, and allowing him to drink today was an exception since minors normally aren't permitted to drink.

But Michael was nearly an adult, and part of me wanted to test something.

It was clear that Michael couldn't hold his liquor as well as I could; his face turned red after just a few sips.