Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife
Chapter 873

Chapter 873

Meanwhile, Olivia was in Time Bar.

Her face was pale as she sat by the counter. "Give me a glass of wine."

"Sure."

The bartender looked up and recognized who it was.

"Boss, do you want to go to the private room behind? It's quieter there."

Olivia shook her head. "No. Just get me a bottle of whiskey."

The bartender also knew how much Olivia could drink and advised, "Boss, you will get drunk easily. Please don't drink too much."

"Cut the crap!" Olivia glared at him coldly. "I'll fire you if you talk nonsense again!"

"Okay. I'll pour the whiskey for you."

Olivia leaned against the counter and scoffed at the men and women enjoying themselves around her.

After Milo left just now, she sat by the beach for a long time.

Looking at the empty beach made her feel lonelier, sadder, and more depressed.

She wanted to go somewhere warmer to disperse her disappointment.

However, she could not return to any places she knew. She thought of this bar when she could not think of anywhere else to go.

She had bought this bar. Although she seldom went to it, she was still the owner.

Of all the places she knew, she felt no one could replace her there, and she would not have to face them sober.

Wine was a great thing to get her away from reality.

After two glasses of wine, she felt warm inside her body, and her mind was hazy.

She liked the dizzy feeling.

Dizzy and drunk, she would not have to think about anything.

She was surprisingly a good drinker today. She would usually be drunk after three glasses of wine, but she was still sober after five this time.

That was just how things always were. The more one wanted to be drunk, the more difficult it would be.

"Hey, girl. Did you come alone?"

Suddenly, someone sat down beside her and accosted her." I'll buy you a drink. What are you drinking? Whisky?"

The man grabbed her glass and said, "Don't drink whiskey. Drink something else."

Then, he said to the bartender, "A margarita for the young lady, on my tab."

The bartender glanced at him and wanted to explain, but Olivia stopped him. "Okay! I'll have a margarita."

The bartender wanted to persuade her to stop drinking, but his eyes met Olivia's cold eyes, and he had no choice but to do as told. However, he had diluted the alcohol in that cocktail.

Olivia naturally knew that margaritas had a strong aftereffect. However, she had come to get herself drunk, so she did not care too much.

As soon as the bartender made it, she drank it in one go. Then, she smiled at the man and said, "I want another glass of this."

The man was stunned momentarily, then smiled and said," Okay. One more glass of a margarita. I'll buy you more drinks, even if you want ten!" "Ten more, then. The drinks are on you."

"Sure."

However, the man was also a little worried. He feared she was a good drinker and his money would go to waste.

Thus, he reached out his hand and touched Olivia's thigh to see if she was willing.

Noticing she was not resisting made him grow bolder. He threw his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Miss, what happened that made you drink alone here?"

Olivia leaned against him and said emotionlessly, "I murdered someone."

The man froze. "Miss, let's not talk about such a serious topic. Why don't we go to the private room? No one is there, and we can... Heh, well... you know..." "Don't you want to hear my story?"

Olivia looked at him. "Maybe after you've heard my story, I'll go to the private room with you."

"It's better to have this conversation in the private room. This place is crowded with all kinds of people."

"Is that so?"

Little did they know that, not far away, a pair of cold eyes were fixed on them.