"Tyrone!" Delilah finally couldn't hold back her coquettish: "I know you're trying to make me angry so that I'll leave you on my own. But I said I wouldn't give up, and I definitely wouldn't give up!" She blushed and said, "Because I like you!"

Sienna felt her stomach acid was very heavy and she was extremely uncomfortable.

"Let's stop talking. Let's have a drink together. The dishes we ordered are all here." Tyrone changed the subject: "Can you all have a red bar?"

Delilah smiled and said, "You know I have a good tolerance for alcohol. As for her -" she gave Sienna a sidelong glance and said, "Can you do it?" If not, just drink some water."

It's a blatant provocation!

Sienna's bright eyes shifted, and suddenly her pretty face fell, and said to her, "Oh, I'm really sorry, I really won't drink this wine."

Tyrone didn't believe it and thought she was doing it on purpose.

But Delilah believed it. She filled three glasses with red wine and said with a smile, "This wine won't intoxicate you. Come on, let's have a drink together and consider it as making new friends."

The reason was quite proper, and Sienna had no reason not to drink, so he clinked glasses with her.

Ding --

The clinking sounds are particularly pleasant.

Tyrone watched them drink. Delilah's movements were elegant and indeed had the air of a noble lady, but the artificiality was obvious.

As for Sienna, she said she couldn't drink, but she drank with great boldness, quickly downing a glass of wine and couldn't help but burp.

Delilah couldn't help teasing: "Well, you've worked so hard, how much did Tyrone give you for your appearance?"

Sienna was too lazy to talk to her. She poured herself a drink and clinked glasses with Tyrone.

"Would you like us to have a toast?" She said with a grin.

Tyrone just took a sip and said, "If you don't know how to drink, don't be stubborn. I'll have to carry you back later. Take it easy."

Sienna was happy: "Tyrone, thank you for your concern."

She really wanted to thank you, but felt a little bit of concern, and was already content.

"Humph! Just keep performing." "Delilah finished drinking in silence.

The three of them began to eat the dishes, all ordered by Tyrone, delicious and refined, with a hint of deliciousness and healthiness.

Sienna drank frequently, and without being persuaded, she poured her own drinks, and poured drinks for the other two, especially Delilah's, very promptly.

"Look, are you trying to fight me in the bar?" "Yes, I haven't had a drink with a woman for a long time," Delilah said with a half-smile.

"Stop it."

Tyrone's hand is in Sienna's, which is holding a wine bottle.

"I know." "It's rare that someone wants to drink with me, so I'm going to test my alcohol tolerance," Sienna said with a troubled expression.

Delilah was smug: "It was you who said that. Don't regret drinking until you throw up."

Sienna said nothing, drank half a cup directly, and at once her seductive eyes were like silk, her cheeks were pink like peach blossoms, she felt hot and deliberately tugged at her dress.

Tyrone saw a glimmer of spring light on her chest.

Cough!

Sienna looked down at herself and couldn't help laughing. This man is quite cute after all.

"Cheers! I can still drink." Delilah continued to raise his glass.

Sienna was not the least bit stage-frightened. She raised her glass and drank, still as bold as an ox!

Tyrone frowned slightly at the sight.

As a result, Sienna seemed to have drunk too much and just lay down on the table and pushed her, but she didn't move and mumbled in her mouth, unable to make out what was being said.

Tyrone, you extras don't have a good tolerance for alcohol. Let me drink with you instead. I'm satisfied with the atmosphere here, and it would be even better if we could enjoy the food in peace together."

Tyrone just took a small sip of red wine and didn't respond.

If she continued, he would probably go berserk and speak so awkwardly that it would be unbearable for the ears.

Delilah was still admiring herself: "We still have a lot to talk about. So, I'll treat you next time."

'No!' Tyrone immediately refused.

Delilah said to himself, "I happen to have two invitation cards here. It's a resort for my dad. He has something to do and can't go. It's a pity to waste them." Two days and one night, it's a special event."

Tyrone was about to speak when Sienna suddenly stood up.

"I'll go, I'll go with Tyrone!"

"You're drunk, so stop acting, go back and forth where you are." Delilah lost patience and said disdainfully, "How come you're here everywhere?"

Sienna was beaming at once and said to her, "I live at Tyrone's house and he has to send me back. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

She had just taken a few steps when she suddenly fell right in front of him, and Tyrone, quick and agile, pulled her into his arms, making an excuse.

"She's drunk. I'm going to take her back."

"What about me?" Delilah asked innocently.

"You have a driver and ask him to take you back. Drive carefully on the road."

No matter how reluctant Delilah was, Tyrone quickly picked up Sienna sideways. Despite her small size, she was very light, and he was tall and strong, making it effortless for him to carry her.

"What about what I'm talking about? "Even if you don't agree, I'll ask Brother He to come forward," Delilah blocked their way.

Then it's up to you!

Tyrone carried the man away, leaving Delilah almost out of control and helpless.

In fact, Sienna was awake when Tyrone picked her up, but the feeling of hiding in his arms was really great, and she closed her eyes and didn't want to wake up immediately.

As Tyrone carried her into the car, he saw her cheeks flushed and drunk, and suddenly felt something.

He was always breaking the rules with her!

Even though he knew it would be a trap, a snare, he still thought of getting into it.

He was disgusted with himself, quite different from his usual style. Logically, he had always been restrained with women, having seen beautiful, seductive, and gentle ones without leaving any ripple. But with Sienna, he had the illusion that he couldn't hate him.

Sienna, sitting in the passenger seat, was not at all obedient. Her hands were waving wildly as if she were drunk, her whole body was tilted, and her hair was loose.

Looking at her like this, Tyrone, though a little disheveled, still had an inexplicable attraction that even his strong willpower couldn't resist, just looking at her profile, he felt his breathing getting heavier.

"Drive." Sienna muttered, "I still want to drink, good drink!"

Tyrone turned around and tried to fasten her seat belt, but the man was moving so hard that he wouldn't cooperate at all.

As soon as he was about to speak, his mouth was sealed by her. Both of them had drunk alcohol, and the smell lingered, indescribable intoxication. Sienna was very proactive, completely putting aside her shyness, as if borrowing the courage of the alcohol.

Tyrone felt the temptation of her fragrant tongue and soon had that urge, though he tried hard to ignore it, it was a feeling that could not be faked.

Just how charming is she? Tyrone tried to push her away several times but failed because she held him tightly with her hands.