Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Cillian's smile was a rare sight tonight, especially since Yitty's words were less than polite. However, they cut through the fog, giving him a moment of refreshing clarity. Alright then, he would cast aside his worries for tonight and just revel in the now.

Raising his glass like Yitty, they toasted to the night, their glasses chiming before they emptied them in one swift gulp. Glass after glass, the night wore on. Half an hour later, Cillian's endurance waned, and he collapsed onto the table with a thud.

He had been at it since the afternoon. By any measure, he had polished off at least a couple of bottles of whiskey, not to mention the rounds of draft beer. Even a seasoned drinker like Cillian had his limits. Yitty, seeing him out cold, gave his cheek a playful pat. "Hey, Cillian. Come on, wake up. You're not telling me you're drunk already? You were supposed to be my drinking buddy, and here you are, out like a light before me?"

However, Cillian was beyond reach. Yitty, giving up on rousing him, fished his wallet from his pocket and signaled for the waiter. "Time to settle up!"

Yitty spoke up with a confidence that commanded attention. The waiter, after a quick tally, offered a polite smile. "Miss, you and the gentleman's total comes to 645 dollars. Let's make it an even 600, shall we?" The price made Yitty gasp out loud in disbelief.

"Holy cow, how much did he drink?"

The bar was known for its reasonable prices, and yet, including her own tab, Cillian had racked up quite the bill. It was no wonder he was out cold.

Luckily, Cillian's wallet was well-stocked. Yitty, with a generous spirit, settled the bill with his cash.

helped Cillian to his feet and draped his arm over

Yitty and came running over with an eager-to-please bounce in his

"Boss, need a lift?"

he would have recognized the man as the would-be thief Yitty had

where you came from. How many times do I

sent the man packing and flagged

Cillian lived, she decided

front desk receptionist gave Yitty a curious look. It was usually

Yitty, a stunning woman, bringing in a man was a first for her. It

kept her thoughts to herself as she helped Cillian sit down on the floor. She then pulled out her ID and passport

reached to pay, a photo slipped from Cillian's wallet. Yitty picked it up and saw it was a happy photo of Lucy

was cute with a

So this is the girl

she mused, flipping the photo before sliding it back into the