Right Person, Wrong Time

Chapter 1282 Drowning His Sorrows With Alcohol

Late that night, the villa was so quiet, it seemed to be empty. In his drunken state, Colton stumbled inside and searched the wall for the light switch. "Huh? Why can't I find it?"

Scrunching his well-defined eyebrows, he kept moving his hand against the wall to search for the switch. When he finally felt a small cube-like object, he sneered. The next moment, the lights were turned on, illuminating the villa's living room. "Even the lights are acting against me."

Suddenly losing his balance, Colton stumbled and crawled toward the couch not far away from him. He heaved as he stared spiritlessly at the chandelier above him.

Inside the innermost room on the second floor, Evelyn was startled awake. She heard noises coming from downstairs and quickly put on her robe before slowly making her way downstairs with a club in her hands. It was hard not to suspect it was a burglar when hearing noises like this in the middle of the night.

Evelyn moved lightly, afraid she would accidentally startle the burglar and make him act out.

When the familiar figure appeared before her, she stopped moving. Is that Colton? At that thought of that, her eyes lit up as she tentatively asked, "Colton? Is that you?"

did not reply.

forward. If that man was not Colton, she would hit him with

above shone on the man's long, well-built body, seeming to encase it in a faint

her, Evelyn took in a sharp breath. It was Colton, the man

came here, but her infatuation with

woman a cold look and glanced at her hand. Then, he shot up and

slightly taken aback and retracted her hands. Then, she

you here?" Colton felt his head pounding. He was more sober after the tiny nap, but the aftermath of it was a

lips but dared not say anything reckless. It was rare for Colton to return here, and she was afraid she might anger him with the wrong words.

a reply from her after a while, he felt frustrated and