Hope It's Not Too Late to Love

Chapter 903

Vania could not help but sigh in the end. "This is in our best interests."

Thomas was conscious of her rejection. Is she aware of my feelings for her? Impossible; I already have my emotions under control. Regardless of the motivation behind her actions, he could not make any further demands of her. Instead of taking the rest to further inflame her animosity, he concluded that they should discuss it at a later time.

He forced a grin and nodded his head. "Can't we even talk about work?"

It was challenging for Thomas to sever all contact with her completely. Vania had gradually become an inseparable part of him. The mere thought of not seeing each other made his heart ache horribly.

With a nod, she responded, "It shouldn't be an issue if we need to talk business, but if it's just something small, send your assistant instead of making the trip."

He was acutely aware that she was attempting to avoid him at all costs. After realizing his prolonged presence at her office was unsettling, he stood up. "I have other matters to attend to now. Please excuse me."

What other obligations could he possibly have? He was in a bad mood and needed to unwind with a drink.

Vania responded with a smile, "Sure. I also have a meeting to attend, so I cannot send you off."

"Don't worry about it." Thomas was terrified that the anguish in his chest would become unbearable if she sent him off.

As he walked away from Galaxy Corporation, he gazed at the sky and felt a profound emptiness. Even though the day was beautiful, the sunshine couldn't brighten his gloomy mood. He turned around and cast one last look at Galaxy Corporation, terrified that this would be the last time he would stop by. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on Vania that he would never be able to win her over. Would things have turned out differently for them if he had met her first? Regrettably, not every plan could be carried out without a hitch. Soon, Thomas arrived at a bar.

On the contrary, Vania went about her day as usual. It was irrelevant whether or not he showed up in her life because his presence had no bearing on the events that transpired.

Several hours later, Liam received a call from Thomas while still at work.

It was the bartender who called. "Hello, is this Mr. Jones? Your friend has consumed too much alcohol, so you'll need to come and get him."

"OK, I'm on my way." He was surprised to learn that Thomas had gone out drinking so early, so he dropped everything he was doing and headed to the bar to find him.

At that moment, Thomas was utterly wasted as he lay his head on the table while pouring more alcohol for himself, and his hands were beginning to tremble from the intoxication.

Liam strode over, grabbed the bottle out of his hand, and urged, "You're drunk. Come on, I'll take you home."

"I'm not drunk. I can still drink more." Thomas wanted to snatch his bottle, but he no longer had the

strength to do so.

"What's wrong with you? Why did you drink so much?" It was the first time Liam had seen him so distressed.

"Leave me alone. Let me drink." The only way to forget the things you wanted to forget and see the things you wanted to see was to consume alcohol.

As soon as Liam realized how drunk he was, he stopped probing. After forcibly pulling him to his feet, he paid the bill and sent him back home.

Meanwhile, Yvonne was alone in the Kepler Residence. Soon after, Liam handed Thomas to her and gently reminded her, "Your brother is drunk. Take care of him."

While assisting Thomas, who could hardly keep his balance, she questioned, "Why did he drink so much?" Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"I have no idea." Afterward, Liam and Yvonne managed to get Thomas back to his room, but only after much effort.