Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 144

 

Chapter 144 Always Thinking of Him

I gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, Uncle Frank. Dominic won’t be drinking. I’ll get him some juice later.”

The last time, he had drunk himself into a stupor and ended up in a hospital. I would really rather not have him repeat that experience again.

Uncle Frank frowned. “I don’t blame you for not knowing your liquor, Lili, but this whiskey here is the good stuff. I specially bought it for this occasion. And you know it’s a family tradition for us men to toast each other at the family gathering.”

I tried to let Uncle Frank down easy. “I’m so sorry, but he really—”

Grandfather harrumphed loudly. “Lili, don’t coddle him. If he wants to drink, drink. If he doesn’t want to, he should say it himself rather than hiding behind his girlfriend.”

 

“Grandpa…” I pouted.

Dominic’s hand covered mine, taking it off the glass. “I’m fine.” He gave me a reassuring squeeze before addressing Uncle Frank. “I’ll have a glass, thank you.”

 

“Now we’re talking.” Pleased, the latter filled more than half the glass. “There you go.”

When Uncle Frank moved on to his next target, I elbowed Dominic in his ribs. “Did you forget about what happened the last time?” I hissed in annoyance. “We’re in the countryside. It’s a long way to a hospital if you get alcohol poisoning again.”

Although we did have the local doctor, a proper hospital would be quite out of the way.

Dominic’s expression was calm. “I know what I’m doing.”

As if! Internally, I was throwing my hands up in chagrin. If that were true, you wouldn’t have been hospitalized in the first place, nor would Benjamin and Yvonne tell me you’d nearly drunk yourself into an early grave.

Unable to resist, I pinched his leg under the table. “Just this one glass, okay?” I said warningly. “No seconds.”

He smirked. “Are you henpecking me?”

glared at him, peeved by his devil-may-care attitude when his health was at stake. “No seconds, and

Gianna looked at us teasingly. “What sweet nothings are you two whispering?

I did

right, enough talking, more eating,”

thing Uncle Frank was right about—it was in fact a tradition in this household for the men to drink and make toasts

bibulous person. Back in the day, when his health was

on the other hand, was a social drinker and only imbibed alcohol when

a heart bypass surgery some time ago, the doctor had told him

his drinks during special occasions

copious amount of alcohol Grandfather was currently imbibing had me frown in concern. It’s true that it’s a special occasion, and he could cut

him a glass of juice and raised my own by way

laughed in delight. “Thanks, Lili. Okay, okay. I promise I’ll stop after your boyfriend over there downed a

looked at Dominic as if

I said pleadingly. “Dominic’s not good with alcohol. He

of someone like my grandfather, who used to guzzle booze as freely as he breathed, being “not good with alcohol” was effectively a demonstration

on the latter—more specifically,

in amused exasperation, I watched Dominic nod amicably in response to

he looked at me with a

I turned away, cheeks burning. He’d better not put in any more hours in the gym! If his stamina

as a sign of how much I cared about him. Aunt Vivienne,

laughed good-naturedly while I feigned

pleasant atmosphere lasted for the rest

his room, but not before telling Dominic

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