Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 807

When Sherry woke up, she found herself in a room covered with a quilt.

There was a downpour outside the window.

She rubbed her forehead, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed.

It was midnight. All the guests and the motel owner had slept. Daniel was drinking in the living room downstairs.

Sherry walked over. “Hasn’t the car been repaired yet?”

Daniel held the glass and looked back at her. “You are awake.”

Sherry nodded, sitting down next to him.

Daniel said, “It’s raining cats and dogs outside. They will come over tomorrow. Let’s sleep here tonight.”

Sherry hummed. She had napped for a while, and they couldn't leave now. She had to agree.

Probably it was because she had just gotten up, and it was raining outside. Sherry shivered.

“Do you feel cold?”

Sherry rubbed her nose. “Not really.”

Daniel picked up a clean wine glass and asked, “Have a drink?”

Sherry licked her lips.

She had been taking the herb soup recently, so she hadn’t drunk for a long time.

However, she didn’t bring the herb soup to London, so she could drink alcohol.

She adjusted her pose and said, “Sure.”

She’s in a motel abroad. It seemed like the right time and the right place to have a drink.

Daniel poured some liquor into the glass and pushed it to her.

Sherry took a sip. It was a bit spicy.

Daniel withdrew his gaze, raised his head, and gulped his liquor down. “You can’t drink too much. This liquor is quite strong. You’ll get drunk.”

Sherry curled her lips. He only gave her a little, evidently looking down upon her.

She gulped down the rest, picked up the bottle, and poured some more into her glass.

Daniel looked at her. His lips parted, and he wanted to speak, but he didn’t. Supporting his head with a hand on the table, he stared at her in silence.

Time passed by. Neither talked but only drank.

The orange droplight swayed in the wind, drawing shadows on the wall.

The light in the motel was tender and quiet, as if this building was sleeping soundly.

Sherry liked drinking for fun, so she was good at it.

She also knew when she would get drunk.

Hence, she put down her glass when feeling a bit dizzy. Leaning against the table, she stood up. “I... I’m going to bed now.”

However, as soon as she stood up, she staggered.

The liquor was indeed strong.

Daniel grabbed her arm. “Can you still walk?”

Probably it was because Sherry became bold after drinking. She retorted with a blushed face, “Of... Of course. I can walk a straight line.”

Daniel was speechless.

He believed that she was very drunk.

He followed her to stand up. “I’ll walk you back to the room.”

Sherry pushed him away gently. Supporting herself up at the table, she stammered, “No, thanks. I can walk myself.”

Daniel didn’t insist and just followed beside her. While she staggered, he helped her up.

Sherry walked to the second floor in difficulty relying on her last bit of willpower.

However, after she arrived, she was confused while holding the wall.

She wondered whether she should turn left or right.

What was the room number?

She heard Daniel’s voice. “206.”