Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Eight

Bella's vision began unclear and somewhat hazy, with a lingering bitter taste of alcohol in her mouth. She wanted more to drink, but Levi stopped her, supporting her waist as her body leaned entirely on him.

"Didn't expect to see you like this. I wonder if I should thank Max for missing out on such a woman," Levi signaled a nearby waiter and then carried a drunk Bella upstairs of the bar.

Bella was still inebriated, not feeling sleepy, so when Levi lifted her, she struggled uncomfortably, saying, "I still want to drink more, let me go."

"There's plenty in the room. Drink as much as you want," Levi chuckled, wondering if Bella's self-restraint stemmed from knowing her own tendencies when drunk. Yet, he found her drunken antics endearing, except for the fact that she wasn't rambling as usual when intoxicated but surprisingly coherent.

Bella pushed Levi away forcefully, standing upright, her flushed face the only indicator of her intoxication.

“Let me help you.” Levi