Chapter 118

The capacity for alcohol and its effect on the body didn't necessarily correlate. Drinking too much could harm anyone, regardless of their tolerance.

Rosalie worried about this. Moreover, Theodore hadn't eaten anything yet. A mere mouthful of food wouldn't counteract so much alcohol. "Rose," Rebecca spoke up, "you worry too much. He's a grown man, and he knows his limits. I wouldn't let him drink if he couldn't handle

it."

"Please, Grandma. Spare Theo, okay? Don't let him drink anymore. What if he gets drunk?" Rosalie's concern for her husband was evident on her face.

"What's the harm in getting drunk? It's not like he won't wake up. He can just sleep it off." Rebecca shrugged off the concern, showing no mercy when it came to her grandson. Rosalie wanted to say more, but before she could, Theodore placed the glass on the table. When she turned to look, she saw that he had already finished the second glass of wine. Rosalie watched helplessly as Anthony filled the glass again, feeling dizzy just from the sight of it. o

"Eat something before you drink the third glass," she said. She picked up a bowl and offered him some food, unable to stop herself from

caring.

Theodore's lips curled slightly as he gently grasped her wrist. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

As they locked eyes, a hint of tenderness shone in his gaze. To

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