Because I Was an and He Threw Away 214

Chapter 214 You’re Plastered 

Against the floor–to–ceiling window sat Alexander, his coat hanging loose over a disheveled shirt that revealed the tantalizing lines of his muscles. 

His long legs stretched out languidly on the ground. 

With a look of hurt and accusation in his eyes, he confronted Emily. “Why’d you lie to me, Emily?” 

Emily furrowed her brow, feigning confusion. “I don’t get what you’re on about, Alexander.” 

It was clear that the alcohol had taken its toll on Alexander. 

Whether his mind was clouded or he was still somewhat aware 

was a mystery. 

At her words, he gave himself a hard slap. “I’m such a fool. There are tons of women out there, but I’m just stuck on you,” he muttered, his voice thick with self–loathing. 

And with that, a tear rolled down his cheek. 

A twinge of sympathy tugged at Emily’s heart. 

She reached out and placed her hand on his arm. “You’re plastered, Alexander.” 

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The moment her hand touched him. Alexander’s eves 

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darkened. He seized her hand and pulled her forcefully into his arms, holding her as if she were the last precious thing in the world. 

Emily found her neck pressed against his shoulder, the strength of his embrace almost overwhelming. 

As he nuzzled his chin into her shoulder, his voice came out in a rough, gravelly tone. “I’m not drunk, Emily.” 

When Emily made an attempt to wriggle free, Alexander held her even tighter, as if afraid she’d slip away. 

He grumbled, his voice laced with frustration, “You promised to be with me, Emily. It was what you owed me. But then you’re back with Ethan. I really wanna take a swing at you, but I can’t bring myself to do it.” 

His voice broke. “Don’t you know I’d never hurt you, and I can’t stand seeing you get hurt? I treat you so well. Why don’t you 

want me?” 

Emily felt a tear well up in her eyes at his words. 

He was usually so confident and haughty, but here he was, in a drunken stupor, laying his heart bare. 

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Emily was at a loss for words. She wondered if his words were just the ramblings of a drunk man. 

There wasn’t much between them, and she couldn’t believe she had the power to bewitch him. 

Not knowing how to respond, instead of pushing him away, Emily gently patted his back. “You’re wasted, Alexander. Let me help you to bed and get some rest.” 

Alexander nodded, his voice rough like sandpaper. “Yeah, okay.” 

Emily cautiously broached the subject. “So… let me help you, then?” 

Alexander didn’t hold her closer. Instead, he let her go obediently and simply replied, “Yeah.” 

Emily stood up and helped the nearly six–foot–three Alexander 

up 

from the ground. 

Drunk as he was, most of his weight leaned on her. 

After getting him onto the bed, she sat beside him and said, “Get some sleep.” 

As Emily reached to tuck him in, Alexander suddenly grabbed 

her hand. 

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Staring at her with a look like a jilted lover, he whined, “Emily, you’re so heartless.” 

Emily looked down at him, frowning tightly. “Stop talking crazy.” 

Alexander let go and turned his face away without a word. 

He was drunk, yet still somewhat in his senses. 

Burying his face in the quilt, he was enveloped by her sweet, addictive scent. 

The soft bed was so cozy that Alexander didn’t want to leave. 

As he hugged the quilt, a strange sense of sadness welled up him. 

Here he was, a grown man, crying in front of a woman. 

Alexander felt embarrassed but couldn’t hold back the tears. 

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Noticing the strong smell of alcohol on him, Emily offered, “Let me wring a towel for you to wipe off.” 

Alexander flatly refused. “No way,” he grumbled. 

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Seeing his resistance, Emily threatened, “If you don’t wipe up, you’re off the bed.” 

Hearing that, Alexander mumbled reluctantly, “Fine, whatever.” 

Emily went to the bathroom, got some warm water, and wrung out a towel. 

Alexander took it and gave his face a quick, half–hearted wipe. 

Then he handed it back and said, “All done.” 

Emily knew he hadn’t cleaned properly, but didn’t push it. 

After putting the towel and basin away, she came back to find Alexander had turned off the big light, leaving only the bedside lamp on. 

Knowing she couldn’t get rid of the drunk Alexander, Emily planned to grab a pillow and sleep on the sofa. 

But as she approached the bed, Alexander suddenly yanked her 

onto it. 

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