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

what if I am?” I glared at him, peeved by his devil-may-care attitude when his health was at stake. “No seconds,

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

retrospect, Dominic and I did

eating,”

was one thing Uncle Frank was right about—it was in fact a tradition in

a bibulous person. Back in the day, when his health was better, he used to have a drink

social drinker and only

doctor had told

the tradition was born—Grandfather was allowed to indulge in his drinks during special occasions where our family gathered

me frown in concern. It’s true that it’s a special occasion, and he could cut loose

non-alcoholic, okay?” I passed him a glass of juice and raised my own

Lili. Okay, okay. I promise I’ll stop after your boyfriend over there downed a drink with

looked at Dominic as if daring him

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

grandfather, who used to guzzle booze as freely as he breathed, being “not good with alcohol” was effectively a demonstration of one’s

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

head in amused exasperation, I watched Dominic nod amicably in response to Grandfather’s chiding before promising that he would exercise to

the last part, he looked at me with

 He’d better not put in any more hours in the gym! If his stamina becomes any better in bed, I’d probably die

much I cared about him. Aunt Vivienne, in particular, joked that I was always thinking of him, so much so I

others laughed good-naturedly while I

for

after dinner, Grandfather retired to his room, but not before telling Dominic very sternly that the latter must sleep alone in