Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 743

Corley found himself at a dimly lit bar, the kind where the air was thick with the scent of whiskey and the buzz of quiet conversations. He plunked down at the counter and cracked open a few bottles of bourbon, downing one glass after another like they were water.

During his little binge, a couple of women tried their luck at striking up a conversation, but he sent them all packing without a second thought.

By the time Corley's face was as red as a ripe apple, and his vision was playing tricks on him, he stumbled back to his hotel.

His head was spinning like one of those old merry-go-rounds, and every time he blinked, he saw Roseanne's face. He couldn't wrap his head around why he was always a step behind.

First, he'd lost to Murray, and now to this damned "cousin" of hers. Life was never on his side, he mused bitterly.

After a wobbly taxi ride, Corley staggered through the hotel doors. As he exited the elevator, a whiff of perfume hit him, followed by a soft body pressing against his side. Her voice was like syrup, sticky and too sweet, "Hey handsome, all alone? Looks like you've had a bit too much. How about I keep you company?"

The alcohol dulled his reactions, but he managed to push her away, nearly sending her sprawling. "Get lost! Don't touch me!" he snapped, like she was something foul.

woman was taken aback, her pride wounded. She spat, "Who do you think you are, pushing me away? Just a drunkard who's

know, her words hit Corley right where it hurt. He chuckled coldly, lifting his chin as his eyes turned icy,

phone, it was past one in the morning. His thumb hovered over

then, two hotel staffers walked by. Seeing his state, they offered to help. Corley handed over his room

and the other opening the door, they managed to get him onto the bed before leaving him

much do you think he drank to end up like that?" one of them asked as they

from a mile away. He was out before we even got him to the bed," the

something?

As long as he's safe, that's what matters. We should probably let the front desk know to keep an

of fresh coffee and the sound of people bustling about.

of fresh produce. Even from the nearby villas, residents could be seen heading towards the

swnown

getting the freshest stuff!"