Savage Love On His Wheelchair

264 Drunk

With three more songs to go, Wilson looked at Rosemary, who was becoming more and more in tune

with him, and the smile on his lips grew deeper and deeper.

The blonde foreigner took the wrong foot inside those two songs that followed and eventually lost the

battle as well.

Rosemary and Wilson were left in the middle of the dance floor, and everyone in the room clapped their

hands for their silent understanding!

Rosemary a white dress in the middle of the dance floor is like a fairy from the sky, not eating fireworks,

Wilson a beige casual clothes, and Rosemary's clothes just symmetrical, good thing they are wearing

masks, otherwise, with Wilson that demon face, do not know how many admirers will be attracted.

The last song is a beautiful waltz, Wilson is worthy of being the man that women in Cornshire adore in

their hearts, raising his hands are noble, just the upright posture alone, attracted a lot of screams from

the girls below.

The song came to a screeching halt, the applause on the floor rose instantly, and then a blonde girl

came up to the microphone and said in a fluent foreign language: "The final winner of tonight's Heart to

Heart is this gentleman and lady, they will receive a pair of wind chimes handcrafted by our organizers,

everyone applaud! "

The words fell, the field applauded, and many foreign beauties sent flying kisses to Wilson from time to

time.

"We won!" Rosemary heard the applause from below before she responded, not expecting that the two

of them had won the first prize of this dance and were so happy.

"Eh!"

With that said, Rosemary happily wrapped her arms around Wilson's waist and jumped up and down. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"I didn't expect you to dance so well, following the rhythm, not a single step wrong!" Wilson looked at

the excited Rosemary and said dotingly.

"That's good of you to bring it too!" Rosemary was in a particularly good mood at the moment.

At this time the host came over with a box and said with a smile, "Congratulations, this is the prize for

you."

"Thanks!"

Rosemary took the prize and said in fluent English.

"Let's go! Let's go over there and get something to eat?"

"Good!" Taking Rosemary's hand, Wilson found a more isolated corner and sat down, then selected

some fruits from the table and brought them over.

"Sir, Miss, please try the juice we have here!"

"Thanks!"

Accepting two glasses of juice, Wilson handed one to Rosemary.

Receiving the juice, Rosemary looked at the colorful juice inside the cup and asked in amazement,

"How is this juice made, it's too powerful!"

Looking carefully at the juice inside the quilt, Rosemary suddenly said again, "Such a glass of juice

must be very time-consuming! Our entrance fee is only so little, think of all the losses on earth!"

"These should be made by the locals themselves, people are not coming for money, and I think it's a

good atmosphere, quite good!"

"What's the atmosphere?" Rosemary asked, looking at Wilson.

"Don't you feel it?"

Rosemary looked at the couples present and said, pretending not to understand, "There is no feeling!"

"Don't you think that's romantic?" Wilson looked at Rosemary, his eyes deep.

Rosemary pretended not to understand and looked around. The couples present were basically

hugging or kissing, not that they could see anything romantic.

Wilson looked at Rosemary, who was acting a bit silly, and smiled wickedly, "How about we get

romantic too?"

Picking up the juice, Rosemary drank it down in one go, seemingly avoiding Wilson's conversation.

"Huh, this doesn't seem to be juice?"

Looking at the cup in her hand, Rosemary suddenly popped up.

"Not the juice?" Wilson drank the juice in his hand with a slightly odd expression.

"Is it wine?" Rosemary asked, looking at Wilson, who had an odd expression.

"I think ...... should be!"

Rosemary's eyebrows touched lightly, looking at the juice left in the cup, she couldn't help but touch her

belly and said worriedly, "But that person clearly said it was juice, will this be bad for the baby!"

"Wait for me!" After saying that, Wilson went to the one who served the juice and muttered a few words,

and soon came back.

"The man said it was fine, they said the juice is made from fruit, it's non-alcoholic, and they drink it here

for pregnant women!" Wilson did beside Rosemary and explained.

"No is good!"

When she finished, Rosemary felt her cheeks flush as if they were still a little hot.

Trying to stand up, but my head feels heavier and heavier.

Eyeing Rosemary, Wilson spoke up, "Be careful, that waiter said this has alcohol in it, are you drunk?"

"A little, dizzy!" Wilson's eyebrows touched lightly as the words fell. If he had known it was wine, he

would not have let her drink it.

"It's my fault, let's go back first!"

Holding Rosemary horizontally, Wilson looked at her with a red face and blamed himself even more.

Back at the farmhouse, Rosemary was placed on the bed and Wilson poured a glass of water and

brought it to Rosemary's lips.

After a few sips of water, Rosemary felt her head getting heavy and dizzy, looked at Wilson, raised an

eyebrow and said, "Huh, why are there two of you?"

"Well, don't be talking and get some sleep!"

"En ...... don't want to sleep!"

"Rosemary, do as you're told!"

Watching Rosemary place her pale legs directly on the quilt, Wilson's throat tightened momentarily and

he turned his head to her.

"What's wrong with you, why aren't you looking at me?" Looking at Wilson, Rosemary giggled.

"No dare to look at you, you sleep first, I'm going to take a shower first!"

"Take a shower ......" Rosemary looked at the clothes she was wearing, shook her head, frowned,

shakily struggled to get up, shook Wilson's arm, and said with a heated smile, "I also Need a shower,

it's uncomfortable on me!"

Looking at the drunk Rosemary, Wilson's eyebrows touched lightly and helped her and said,

"Rosemary, stop it, go to sleep, wake up, tomorrow will be fine!"

Perhaps Wilson's voice was a little louder, Rosemary looked at Wilson, her small mouth turned up, and

her tears instantly fell like scattered pearls, falling fast.

Wilson couldn't help but hold his forehead, went forward to support her, tenderly coaxed: "Rosemary

good, I didn't scold you, I'm just worried that you've showered now, tomorrow will catch a cold?"

"I don't care, I want a bath!" Now Rosemary is like a child, saying everything off the top of her head.

"Rosemary......" Wilson called out to her, looked at the incomparably aggrieved Rosemary, sighed

lightly and said, "Rosemary, you can take a shower if you want, but you can't take a shower now, wait

until you sober up tomorrow, okay?"

"Don't ......"