Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 639: Drunken Gibberish

Lily didn’t deceive anyone. When Finnian Lawrence came in, she fiddled with her phone and called the reception desk.

On the phone, she asked someone to send a dozen beers to "Room 307."

As she got slightly drunk, Lily suddenly became quiet, and her tone sank along with her mood.

She said, "Finnian Lawrence, let’s have a talk."

The talk being about conversation, not about romance.

Finnian Lawrence instantly became sober, never had he been so clear-minded at any moment.

His brain started working at high speed, thinking about what Lily wanted to discuss.

Was it a showdown?

But they had never pierced that layer of the window paper between them.

A confession?

Finnian Lawrence didn’t dare to think so. He had responsibilities and pressures he had to bear, and he feared he might disappoint Lily’s feelings.

He wanted to prevent this conversation’s content, but the little girl was getting closer, her chubby cheeks magnified.

After a long silence, Lily finally mustered the courage and said, "Let’s give it a try."

With the help of alcohol, she finally spoke the words that had been suppressed in her heart. If she didn’t reveal her feelings now, they might gather dust.

Lily had never imagined what kind of answer the man in front of her would give.

The crescent moon outside the wooden window reflected in her pupils, giving an illusion of obsession and tenderness.

The scent of burnt charcoal wafted through the wooden window, quietly sneaking into the room.

This was a night that wasn’t to be disturbed.

Finnian Lawrence never took that step. He patted Lily’s head, which felt soft and fluffy, then gently said to her, "You’ve had too much to drink, it’s time to sleep."

Lily’s heart immediately sank to the bottom.

Even with great courage, it was no use. If Finnian Lawrence didn’t give her the chance, she could only smile and say, "It’s just drunken nonsense, Mr. Lawrence, please excuse it."

"It’s late, and it’s inappropriate for me to stay here. I’ll take the beer bottles and you should get to bed early."

After saying that, Finnian Lawrence started to tidy up the room on his own.

As he left, he closed the door for her.

Next door.

Nora Northwood had half her body pressed against the wall, constantly eavesdropping on the situation with her friend next door.

Earlier, she could still hear Lily’s grand words and the occasional laughter.

Jasper Sinclair pulled her back from behind, teasing her with a few words, "Why are you acting like a thief?"

Nora rolled her eyes, dissatisfied, and said, "You’re the one acting like a thief, I’m worried Lily might get hurt because of love."

"Go take a shower."

Perhaps they were both too tired from hiking during the day; neither had much energy, and after showering, they got into bed early.

Staying in a hotel that costs three hundred bucks per person, Jasper Sinclair was very restrained, not even moving much in bed for fear of dirtying the sheets without having a spare set.

The person in his arms was already breathing shallowly, almost falling asleep.

Nora Northwood liked to sleep on her side, so Jasper Sinclair held her from behind, resting his chin on her angled shoulder, gently smelling her body scent.

The short trip came to an end.

After breakfast the next day, everyone took a bus back to the city.

The distance between Lily and Finnian Lawrence grew even wider, one in the front, one in the back, more distant than strangers, leaving people puzzled.

Yvonne Winslow and Nora Northwood sat together, whispering to each other, discussing the relationship between the two.

"Such an opportunity created for nothing, and it wasn’t seized," Nora regretted.

"Shall we go ask Lily what exactly happened?"

Obviously, before they dispersed last night, everything was fine. Just a few hours later, things have changed drastically.