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?"

man on the couch did not reply. Instead, she heard his even

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

long, well-built body,

sharp breath. It was Colton, the man she could not stop

he suddenly came here, but her infatuation with him made her reach over. Just as she was about to touch his

he shot up and pushed the woman to

retracted her hands. Then,

He was more sober after

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. Suddenly,

while, he felt frustrated