Free Web NovelChapter 33: A Game of Whiskey
Claire was deeply moved. She really did not expect that Liam would stand up for her and shield her from drinking at such a critical moment.
However, she could not let Liam drink alcohol. Things at the dinner table were for adults, and Liam was just a young man. She could not let him get involved. It was best not to drink alcohol at eighteen.
At this moment, Rebecca also looked at Liam with some curiosity, as he was the only young person in the room.
"Who is he? I have never seen him before."
"Claire, is this your nephew?"
Seeing Rebecca’s great curiosity about Liam’s identity, Monica took over the conversation.
"No, this young man is our friend."
Rebecca was surprised. She had not expected that this young man would appear at the table as a friend. What made him so special? How could the two of them be friends with such a young guy?
Seeing Rebecca’s confusion, Monica continued, "Don’t underestimate this young man just because he is young. Liam is amazing.
Not only did he teach himself French, but he also helped our company solve a project. He also taught himself programming and helped Mr. Andrew solve problems with the company’s system."
Monica’s words made Rebecca’s eyes widen in disbelief. Was this kid that amazing? There were indeed some geniuses in this world that ordinary people could not understand.
Then, Rebecca looked at her husband, Zack, and she was certain that the text message was absolutely true. This man had been unfaithful more than once or twice.
She had fought with him because of this, but she did not expect that Zack still would not stop now, and even set his sights on Claire. When she got home, she was going to settle the score with him.
The women seemed to be starting to chat.
The beer-bellied man hurriedly said, "Young man, your courage is commendable. When you enter society, you will inevitably have to drink and socialize.
"Claire, let him have a drink or two. This young man has real talent. Someone like him should learn to handle his liquor."
Claire shook her head firmly. "No. Young men shouldn’t be drinking."
To Claire, Liam was different. She cared about him, and she had no intention of letting him get drunk.
However, Liam had already picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.
After downing a glass of whiskey, Liam felt as if he had drunk an absolutely delicious beverage.
This felt so good. In the past, Liam only felt that drinking was extremely unpleasant and made him feel intoxicated.
Most of the time, he was forced to drink because of work-related social obligations and the helplessness of the adult world. However, after learning the Iron Liver skill, Liam discovered that he genuinely found alcohol to be enjoyable.
After finishing a glass of whiskey, Liam’s face quickly flushed red, making him look thoroughly intoxicated. In reality, he was perfectly sober.
"Haha! Young man, not bad!"
"You’ve got guts!"
They laughed and praised him. In their eyes, he was just an inexperienced young lad. A few more drinks, and he’d be completely at their mercy.
Liam merely grinned foolishly, his flushed face making him look as though he were already drunk, further convincing everyone that the alcohol had gone straight to his head.
Rebecca felt a pang of anger.
How could these people be so shameless?
To help Zack sleep with another woman, they didn’t even hesitate to drag a young man into their scheme. If they were willing to get Liam drunk, what was stopping them from getting her and Monica drunk next?
Rebecca knew exactly what Zack was planning. The thought alone made her stomach churn.
"Liam, stop drinking. You’re still young. Drinking like this will only get you into trouble."
She reached out, took Liam’s hand, and gently tried to pull him away.
Caught off guard by the sudden tug, Liam lost his balance.
.and accidentally stumbled forward, burying his face against Rebecca’s massive tits
Everything happened so quickly that neither of them had time to react.
Rebecca stiffened in surprise, instinctively taking half a step back. The soft, warm sensation and her intoxicating perfume filled his senses for a brief moment. Before Liam hurriedly tried to steady himself.
Zack’s expression instantly darkened.
He watched his wife holding Liam’s hand, and now the young man had ended up pressed against her. The sight made his blood boil, and his fists clenched beneath the table.
Even so, he forced himself to endure it.
Tonight, everything revolved around Claire. As long as his plan succeeded, nothing else mattered.
Rebecca’s hand was soft, and in his slightly tipsy state, Liam couldn’t help noticing its warmth.
Claire quietly slipped Liam’s hand free from Rebecca’s grasp.
Seeing him standing so close to another woman stirred an unexpected pang of jealousy within her.
"Rebecca," Claire said with a faint smile, Liam is tipsy. Don’t tease him."
Rebecca’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Could it be.
Something is going on between this two.
"Come on, Claire. Let me offer you a toast too."
Another guest stood up, raising his glass.
Helpless, Claire could only rise to her feet as another full glass of whiskey was poured for her.
Before she could take it, Liam reached over and took the glass from her hand.
Without hesitation, he emptied it in a single gulp.
The man who had proposed the toast stared at him in disbelief. He had not even taken a sip of his own drink yet, but with everyone watching, he had no choice but to force the whiskey down as well.
After three consecutive glasses of whiskey, Liam began to sway on his feet, looking as though he could collapse at any moment.
Zack’s excitement grew uncontrollably.
It was obvious this kid had never drunk this much before. At this rate, he would black out before long.
Claire wasn’t in much better shape herself.
"Claire, let me toast you too."
Seeing another glass being poured, Claire’s heart ached.
She couldn’t let Liam keep drinking on her behalf.
Absolutely not.
Liam calmly picked up the bottle and filled another glass to the brim.
"I’ll drink this one for Claire too."
He tilted his head back and drained the whiskey in one breath.
Even the seven people sitting across from him couldn’t help exchanging glances.
Had this kid lost his mind?
There was no way anyone could withstand being forced to drink this much whiskey in such a short time.
In their eyes, his story was already over.
After sitting down, Liam rested a hand lightly on Claire’s thigh beneath the table.
A smooth, slippery sensation came over him as his fingers slowly stroked her thigh under the table. His fingers lingered for only a brief moment before he leaned closer and whispered,
"Claire, don’t worry. I won’t let you drink anymore."
Seeing Liam stubbornly stepping in for her again and again, Claire’s heart softened.
She felt his hand resting against her leg, sending an unexpected shiver through her body. Convinced that he was simply drunk, she didn’t think much of it, yet the unfamiliar closeness still left her flustered.
Rebecca happened to notice the exchange beneath the table. her eyes widened slightly.
There had to be at least a twenty-year age gap between them.
Could they really...
Would a young man like him truly fall for a woman old enough to be his mother?
Countless questions flashed through Rebecca’s mind, but she kept them to herself. More than anything, she wanted to see what Zack planned to do next.
"Claire, everyone else has already toasted you. I should have my turn as well."
"I’ll do it."
Liam stood up once again.
He picked up the whiskey before Claire could reach for it. Here, I will drink this one for Claire." She immediately caught his wrist.
"No, Liam. You can’t drink anymore."
Claire...Liam leaned closer and lowered his voice so only she could hear.
"Don’t worry. My tolerance is better than it looks. I’ll be fine. They’re obviously trying to make things difficult for you. Leave it to me."
His calm reassurance left Claire momentarily speechless.
Looking at the determined expression on his flushed face, she felt both touched and worried.
