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?"

the couch did not reply. Instead, she heard

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

light from the chandelier above shone on the man's long, well-built body,

the familiar face before her, Evelyn took in a sharp breath. It was Colton, the man she could not stop thinking

moved very gently, afraid she would wake Colton up. She did not know why he suddenly came here, but her infatuation with him made her

Then, he shot up and pushed

aback and retracted her hands. Then, she bowed her head and said

Colton felt his head pounding. He was more sober after the tiny

rare for Colton to return here, and she was afraid she might anger him with the

get a reply from her after a while,