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Alex observed her calmly, waiting for her face to turn red as that was usually the quick reaction for Eve after she drank two cans of beer or a few sips of wine. 

But there was nothing. 

She looked fine, making him start doubting his own judgment. 

'Has she been drinking so much that she actually built an alcohol tolerance in two years?' Alex asked himself, and for an unknown reason, that idea annoyed him. The Eve he knew would never drink herself out of her exhaustion or grief. 'Am I the reason for her drinking so much in the past two years?'

"You need to stop babying me. We're not in a relationship, and I am a much different woman now," Eve scoffed. She turned her head towards the butler and asked, "Excuse me, may I get more? I'm in the mood to drink."

The butler glanced at his master, and once Alex gave him a nod, he walked to the table and poured her glass of champagne until it was half full. 

Eve was already feeling a bit lightheaded just from the previous three sips of champagne, she didn't know if she could handle another half glass of it. 

However, Alex kept staring at her worriedly, as if he was worried she would drop dead after drinking this champagne. 

She didn't know what would happen next, but she decided to toughen herself up and slowly drank the champagne like it was truly nothing for her. 

"I guess I was wrong," Alex commented after asking for another half glass of champagne from his butler. "You've changed, Eve. But why did you start drinking for the past two years? Was it because of work, or was it because of—"

"—It was nothing to do with you," Eve clarified. She emptied her glass and asked for another one from the butler. "I just got stressed out at work, so I drank a lot to ease up."

Alex kept drinking without any visible effect. He asked for another, and Eve tried to match his pace. However, on the third refill, her face had gotten red, and her gaze was already unfocused.

"I… I want more…" Eve asked dazedly at the butler. She could barely maintain her consciousness, and the only one she could see right now was the handsome bastard in front of her, who was completely normal even after a few glasses of champagne. "I… am not the same weak woman…"

Alex sighed, 

As expected, Eve was still the same. She had zero tolerance for alcohol, and it only took her a few minutes to drop dead.

"Alright, you've had enough, Evelyn," Alex tried to snatch the glass from her, but Eve spontaneously hugged her glass, which made her accidentally spill the champagne on her dress.

Usually, Eve would be so bothered when her shirt was stained by something, but she was so drunk right now that she couldn't care less. 

All she could think of right now was to prove that she was a much better woman after Alex left her. 

"You… are nothing to me, Alex. Don't think that I would be drowned in sadness just because we broke up!" Eve started raising her voice subconsciously. She glared at him, but her dazed look, cherry-red cheeks, and parted lips only turned her into a fatal temptation for Alex.

Alex took a deep breath. He emptied his glass and placed it on the table with a loud thud.

"You're drunk, Eve," Alex stated calmly.

"I am not drunk!"

"Sure, can you tell the time?"

"Mhm…" Eve raised her hand and talked to her watch. "I am not drunk!"

…

"Alright, time's up, no more champagne," Alex finally snatched the champagne glass from her hand, and put it out of her reach. 

"Hey! I'm not done yet!" Eve yelled. "I… uhm… I am one glass away from matching yours!" 

"You'd drop dead with one more drink. Stop being so combative for once, will you?" Alex scolded sternly. He stood up and was about to help her get up, but she swiftly avoided him.

"I… I can get up on my own!" Eve tried to stand up by herself, but it only took two seconds before she realized that the world felt like spinning, and she lost her balance.

"Ah!"

Eve thought she would fall face first, but Alex caught her in his strong arms. His cold blue eyes were looking at her with concern, and his deep voice was ringing in her ears as he said helplessly, "See? You can't even stand on your own. Why are you pushing yourself to drink when you can't handle it?"

Eve didn't struggle when Alex effortlessly carried her in bridal style. In fact, she instinctively leaned deeper into his chest as she knew that Alex was actually very strong, so he wouldn't let her fall. 

Eve stared at him absentmindedly. She was so drunk that she didn't try to filter her words, so she muttered, "Do you know how handsome you are? God, I fucking hate how you're so handsome. It's such a waste."

"A waste?" Alex frowned. He had seen Eve being drunk many times when they were still dating and knew that she would say everything on her mind out loud when she was in this state. 

He thought she'd start cursing him over and over. He also initially assumed that she would start attacking him by throwing random objects at him out of rage.

But she didn't.

She simply lay weakly on his arms, staring at him in a daze. 

Her cheeks were stained with a red hue. It was so tempting, that he had to hold himself back from kissing it to know how it tasted because it reminded him of a ripe apple. 

"Yes, it's a waste…" Eve murmured. "Because it's so hard to hate you. You are… my ideal type… you know…"

Alex's cold blue gaze deepened. The edge of his lips curled up.

He turned around and walked towards the elevator while carrying her safely in his arms, "Is that so? Tell me more about it, Love."