Chapter 230. I Love Emily

“Hey! What are you doing! Since when do you drink?” Reynard snapped, taking the glass from Eleanor’s hand.

Eleanor closed her eyes slightly, feeling the burning sensation of the drink down her throat, burning her tongue with its spicy and sweet taste. Yet it warmed her chest with the scent of wood and spices, making her head spin. “Ugh! Why do you all like drinking this stuff?”

Reynard snorted harshly and dropped himself onto the sofa, facing Eleanor. He poured another whiskey into his glass and drank it.

Eleanor watched Reynard’s behavior. She wanted to talk about Emily, but her voice caught in her throat. If she brought it up first, it would be like pouring gasoline on a raging fire.

Reynard was troubled, lost in his drink. He finished another bottle. His head felt heavy, and he leaned back against the sofa.

“Lea…”

Lea, who had been silent all this time, responded with a small murmur, “Hmm?” She didn’t want to stop Reynard. Maybe thi