Chapter 1341: Then Just Wait
She started by glaring at him angrily, but after seeing his indifferent eyes and the frequent impatient frown, her heart ached. She took a deep breath, her voice bitter as she said, "You’re like this now only because you don’t remember me. No matter what I do, you won’t believe me. But your memory will eventually return. When it does, you won’t be like this anymore."
After speaking, as if to prove her point, she added softly, "You weren’t like this before. This is just temporary amnesia. You won’t always be like this. I will wait for your memory to return."
Seeing her wounded expression, he inexplicably felt irritable. He frowned and said impatiently, "Then just wait. Until then, don’t think about controlling me."
The one who was always losing temper was him, yet he seemed extremely angry, with a stern face. He grabbed the blanket on him, threw it aside, abruptly stood up, and without saying a word, turned around and left the resting area.
Looking at the empty seat opposite her, Scarlett could only manage a bitter smile...
On the table, that opened yet untouched bottle of red wine was still sitting there.
Scarlett poured a glass of wine, brought it to her nose for a sniff, and her brows furrowed subconsciously.
She didn’t drink much because she didn’t handle alcohol well. Even low-alcohol content wine could make her dizzy after a glass or two.
But when in a bad mood, it seemed like only drinking could relieve her sadness.
Although they say that drinking to drown your sorrows only deepens them, if it can temporarily relieve the sadness, it’s still not bad.
She tilted her head back to drink all the wine in her glass in one gulp. Soon, she poured another glass...
As she continued drinking glass after glass unconsciously, she actually finished half a bottle.
Half a bottle of red wine wouldn’t be a problem for someone with a slightly better alcohol tolerance. But for Scarlett, who would get flushed after a glass or two, half a bottle was enough to get her drunk.
The one who discovered she was drunk was the flight attendant asking about her lunch.
The flight attendant just reached the lounge area and immediately smelled the aroma of red wine. Looking down, Scarlett was slumped on the leather seat, her face as red as a baboon’s behind, holding a wine glass, and seemingly muttering something.
On the table, one-third of the full bottle of red wine remained.
The flight attendant was stunned for a few seconds, then squatted down, pulled the wine glass from her hand, and gently pushed her, "Miss Yates, Miss Yates?"
"I’m not drunk... I... I can still drink... the glass, give me the glass..." Scarlett, with her eyes tightly closed, grasped the air a few times and caught a handful of nothing, then lifted her lips to sweetly smile, smacking her lips with satisfaction.
She held that handful of air tightly, as if afraid someone would take it away, her clenched fist placed on her chest, with the other hand tightly covering it.
The flight attendant called her a few more times, but she didn’t respond, clearly already very drunk.
In such a situation, all she could do was quickly notify her family to check on her.
The flight attendant straightened Scarlett’s body to lay her down, covered her with a blanket, and after ensuring she was settled, went to find Matthew Saxon.
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When she found Matthew Saxon, he was also at the bar, drinking.
The aircraft’s interior was spacious, decorated to provide hotel-like comfort, offering lounging, dining, entertainment areas, and a bar, all available.
"Mr. Saxon," the flight attendant gently called out to him.
Matthew Saxon tipped back his head and drank the last bit of brandy in his glass and sharply turned his head, his narrow eyes squinting slightly: "What’s the matter?"