Love the Second Time Around Novel

Chapter 144 Always Thinking of Him

I gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Uncle Frank. Dominic won’t be drinking. I’ll get him some juice later.”

The last time, he had drunk himself into a stupor and ended up in a hospital. I would really rather not have him repeat that experience again.

Uncle Frank frowned. “I don’t blame you for not knowing your liquor, Lili, but this whiskey here is the good stuff. I specially bought it for this occasion. And you know it’s a family tradition for us men to toast each other at the family gathering.”

I tried to let Uncle Frank down easy. “I’m so sorry, but he really—”

Grandfather harrumphed loudly. “Lili, don’t coddle him. If he wants to drink, drink. If he doesn’t want to, he should say it himself rather than hiding behind his girlfriend.”

“Grandpa…” I pouted.

Dominic’s hand covered mine, taking it off the glass. “I’m fine.” He gave me a reassuring squeeze before addressing Uncle Frank. “I’ll have a glass, thank you.”

“Now we’re talking.” Pleased, the latter filled more than half the glass. “There you go.”

When Uncle Frank moved on to his next target, I elbowed Dominic in his ribs. “Did you forget about what happened the last time?” I hissed in annoyance. “We’re in the countryside. It’s a long way to a hospital if you get alcohol poisoning again.”

Although we did have the local doctor, a proper hospital would be quite out of the way.

Dominic’s expression was calm. “I know what I’m doing.”

As if! Internally, I was throwing my hands up in chagrin. If that were true, you wouldn’t have been hospitalized in the first place, nor would Benjamin and Yvonne tell me you’d nearly drunk yourself into an early grave.

Unable to resist, I pinched his leg under the table. “Just this one glass, okay?” I said warningly. “No seconds.”

“Are you henpecking

him, peeved by his devil-may-care attitude when his health was at

us teasingly. “What sweet nothings are you two whispering? Keep your pillow talk to

I did act like quite a

enough talking, more eating,” Grandfather said. “Everyone

Uncle Frank was right about—it was in fact a tradition in this household for the men to

bibulous person. Back in the day, when his health was better,

dad, on the other hand, was a social drinker and only imbibed alcohol when Grandfather was

bypass surgery some time ago, the doctor had told him to cut back on liquor, much to

during special occasions where our family gathered and the men would drink to

alcohol Grandfather was currently imbibing had me frown in concern. It’s true that it’s a special occasion, and he could cut loose a little… But

glass of juice and raised my own

I’ll

at Dominic as if daring him

said pleadingly. “Dominic’s not good with alcohol. He was hospitalized one time because he couldn’t take

of someone like my grandfather, who used to guzzle booze as freely as he breathed, being “not good

Dominic to drink, he had instead found something else to pick on the latter—more specifically, that he had

nod amicably in response to

looked at me with a

that it was an innuendo dawned. I turned away, cheeks burning. He’d better not put in any more hours in the gym! If his stamina becomes any better in bed, I’d probably die

from drinking as a sign of how much I cared about him. Aunt Vivienne, in particular, joked that I was

laughed good-naturedly while I feigned

atmosphere lasted for the rest

room, but not before telling Dominic very sternly that the latter must sleep alone