Chapter 176: Do You Still Remember What You Have Done?

"Bleurgh————."

When the warm touch came, Andrew Locke's face turned livid with anger.

Two or three catties of white liquor left him unfazed, but Nora Hart's vomit almost drove him to murder.

Vincent Lane glanced through the rearview mirror, hardly able to look directly at the scene.

It had to be said that Miss Hart certainly knew where to aim her vomit.

Coincidentally, she managed to puke exactly where it could be caught; this chick must have done it on purpose,

Mount Cloudhaven villa.

The sound of running water in the bathroom lasted for two straight hours.

"Nora, get up," Andrew Locke came out wrapped in a towel, the water on his body not even dried.

He reached out and pulled up the woman lying on the bed, drunk and limp as mud.

"I feel sick."

"So do I, get up."

"Andrew Locke, if you pull on me again, I'm going to puke."

Andrew Locke: ....

He now loathed the word "puke" so much he could strangle someone.