Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Drunk Calls and Shocking Transfers

Lyle saw that Becky was tipsy. She hadn’t passed out, but her eyes were unfocused.

He walked over and said, “I’ll take you to your room so you can rest.”

Becky smiled and nodded. “Thanks!”

Lyle gave a soft laugh and helped her back to her room. Once she was settled on the bed, he quietly left.

Becky was in a daze when her phone started ringing.

Without even checking, she tapped to answer.

Xavier saw only the vintage chandelier on the ceiling. Becky wasn’t in the frame. He called out, “Becky”

Becky made a soft sound.

Xavier asked. “Did you drink?”

Becky replied. “A little. Just a little. I wanted more, but Lyle hid the wine.”

She complained, clearly annoyed.

Xavier chuckled. “Little boozehound.”

Terrible tolerance, but still loved to drink.

Finished

Becky said, “It’s not that I can’t handle alcohol–it’s this body that can’t. I used to be able to drink a lot. I liked hard liquor. Now I can only drink beer and wine…”

Used to be able to drink a lot…

Xavier laughed, thinking she was just rambling in her drunken state.

Still, now was a good chance to dig for information, wasn’t it?

Xavier cleared his throat. “Becky”

“What? Say it already!”

“Do you like Xavier?”

“No!”

Xavier‘

“I think you do.”

Becky huffed, “What you think doesn’t matter. What I think does. I don’t like Xavier. I refuse to like him.”

“Why?”

“He’s annoying!”

“How is he annoying?”

“He kissed me. He flirts with me. I’m a normal person–how am I supposed to handle a hot guy flirting like that? I’ll lose

control”

Xavier

He couldn’t help but smile, then gently coaxed her.

“So doesn’t that mean you like him?”

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Chapter 172 Drunk Calls and Shocking Transfers

Becky let out a frustrated yell

“So annoying I already said I don’t like him! What is wrong with you?”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Let me ask you do you still hate him?TM

Becky answered with her eyes closed. “No Why would I hate him”

“After everything he did to you back then, you don’t hate him?”

“That wasn’t me. I wasn’t the one chasing after him. I don’t hate him. Actually, I should thank him. He gave me a son Xavier froze, confused. What did she mean, “it wasn’t me who chased him”

He pressed on. “Do you want to date him?”

Becky “No!”

“Why not?”

“Dating makes people stupid. I’m not doing it.”

“How would it make you stupid? Dating is fun.”

“Is it? Never tried. Don’t want to

“Come on, just give it a shot.

“No!”

Xavier realized that even drunk, Becky wasn’t that easy to coax. Her mouth was still sharp as ever.

He gave up on that and changed tactics. “How about I transfer you some money?”

Becky perked right up. “Yes, yes! But send it to my bank account, not Whatsapp. Withdrawing from Whatsapp costs money.” Xavier: “…

“Alright. Give me your

ur account number.”

Becky had it memorized and rattled off a string of numbers without hesitation.

Xavier smirked and saved the number.

“Becky, Happy New Year!”

“Happy New Year, Uncle!”

Under

Xavier’s smile froze.

A few moments later, Becky seemed to have fallen asleep. Xavier could hear her steady breathing

His expression softened, and he quietly ended the call.

The

next morning. Becky woke up to a bank notification.

She opened it and was stunned.

Fifty million

Kaser had sent it

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Wait–how did he get her bank account number?

She opened Whatsapp and saw that she’d spoken to Xavier last night. The call lasted 38 minutes and 3 seconds.

She didn’t remember a thing, What did she even say? Did she embarrass herself?

She scratched her head, feeling flustered.

She must’ve

e given him the account number herself.

She couldn’t be held responsible for what she did while drunk.

Just then, another transfer alert popped up.

She opened it–Xavier had sent another fifty million.

At the same time, Xavier sent her a Whatsapp message.

“Becky. Happy New Year! Love you!”

Becky was so shocked she threw her phone across the room.

It wasn’t the hundred million that got her–it was the last two words.

“He’s lost his mind! He’s insane! He’s completely nuts!”

Becky couldn’t help but yell.

Julia pushed open the door. “Who’s insane?”

Becky:“”

Her heart was pounding, and her mind was a mess. She stared blankly at the phone lying far away on the floor, saying nothing.

Julia saw the dazed look on her daughter’s face and smiled indulgently.

“I had the kitchen prepare a hangover remedy. Drink a little.”

A servant brought in a bowl of warm tonic.

Becky took it and drank it down in one gulp.

“Thanks, Mom!”

Julia asked, “Are you feeling unwell anywhere?”

Becky shook her head. “Nope.”

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