Such words? In front of so many people, anyone would think they were trafficking a minor.
Worried she'd catch a chill after drinking, Liam didn't hesitate to take off his long coat and wrap Emma up completely.
Then, carrying her drunken form, he walked back step by step.
Damn it. Why didn't he drive today?
Why did he have to run into all this mess about Emma and her ex-boyfriend today?
"Liam... have you ever... ever loved someone deeply?" Emma slurred out the words.
Liam was silent.
He wanted to say something, but held back.
Forget it. He wouldn't answer. Let her fall asleep.
He thought she had fallen asleep, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But who knew? After a while, she started talking again. "You must have never loved anyone. But what can I do? I loved someone... Do you know, Liam? Noah and I were together for seven years..."
Liam's heart sank. Something felt stuck in his throat. He wanted to speak, but couldn't say a word.
Emma continued talking to herself on his back. "Seven years of feelings, and he just threw them away. Tell me, how can a man's heart be so cruel?"
"Noah, that bastard, ran off with my cousin... What can I do? If I could force love, I would never let go. But how can I... how can I not let go? Wuwuwu..."
And then, Emma actually started crying.
Liam was speechless. He knew Noah was that kind of man. He should have punched him twice just now.
A woman who loved him so much, and he betrayed her for someone else.
Damn it!
Liam clenched his fist as he thought.
"What's the use of coming to me now? I told him we can never go back. Things change, people change. My heart is broken... Wuwuwu..."
Emma choked and sobbed like a child.
The night was deep. Few passersby were on the street at this hour. Only an occasional gust of evening wind, cool and sharp.
Emma kept crying like this. She'd talk, then cry, then talk again, as if she wanted to shed every tear she had in her life.
Even when she first broke up with Noah, she hadn't felt this terrible.
Noah, the man she had truly loved for seven years. Tonight, she finally realized they could never have any relationship after all.
Love was so helpless. Although she still loved him... although there was still a trace of hope in her heart, he was no longer the innocent young man Emma had once loved.
Time was a cruel sword, abruptly cutting her off from Noah and leaving her scarred.
Two years later, the scabbed wounds were slowly torn open again.
Emma said a lot of things while drunk, pouring out all the words buried in her heart.
All the grievances, sadness, anger... they all came out with her tears.
Throughout the journey, Liam didn't say a word. He just silently carried her towards home.
He didn't know what it was like to fall in love with someone. He had never experienced such bitterness or sweetness.
So, when Emma asked him if he had ever loved someone deeply, his answer to her was silence.
Just now, watching Emma cry like a madwoman, he actually felt a little pain in his heart.
When they reached the gate of the community, Emma suddenly opened her eyes, slid down from Liam's back, and said, "Liam... I think... I think..."
When Liam heard her call his name, he thought she was finally sober. He was a little happy. He immediately grabbed her arm and asked, "What? Are you sober? What do you want to say to me?"
Sober?
How was that possible?
Emma had been drunk for a long time. How could she say a complete sentence?
It was just that she was really miserable at this moment.
The alcohol was strong, and she had downed a whole glass on an empty stomach. The effect came quickly and fiercely.
Her stomach was now in turmoil.
Emma frowned. What could she say at this time? Nothing but "I feel like throwing up."
But before those two words could leave her mouth, she started vomiting uncontrollably. And she vomited all over Liam, who was standing right in front of her.
"Oh..." Emma had lost all sensation by now. Her head was heavy, her feet light.
"..." Liam's face turned black in an instant. This damned woman!
"Emma, are you asking for death?" Liam roared, but Emma just slumped down against a nearby pole. She wanted to sleep, and didn't reply.
Liam took a deep breath, walked up to her, pulled her up roughly, and strode into the Sunset Community.
Sophia and James were watching TV in the living room when he walked into the Johnson house carrying the drunken Emma in his arms.
When they heard the doorbell, they turned and saw this scene. They were startled. "What's wrong with Emma? Huh? Did she drink?" Sophia quickly got up to take Emma, and saw her dirty like a little kitten.
Angry and anxious, she looked up and found that Liam's clothes were also dirty. She said with concern, "Liam, please quickly take this girl into the bathroom. I'll put some hot water to help her wash. You go wash too... It's really hard on you. Emma obviously can't hold her liquor, and her behavior is even worse. Why did she drink?" Sophia opened the door to Emma's bedroom as she walked. "You know, Emma is usually so good. How could she do this? Thank goodness for you, Liam. Otherwise, what would I do with my daughter?"
James also stood behind, anxious. "Say a few words. Quickly help her get cleaned up. If she stays like this, she'll catch a cold."
Liam gently placed Emma into the bathtub. "Mom, you help Emma clean up. I'll go... wash too..."
Thanks to Emma, the most embarrassing moment of Liam's life had arrived so soon.
He immediately went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Liam vowed that he would never let this damned woman touch another drop of alcohol in the future!
Half an hour later, Liam finally cleaned up and walked out, satisfied.
He went to the room to check. Sophia had already helped Emma take a bath. Emma was wearing a fresh, clean nightgown, lying comfortably on the bed.
If you listened carefully, you could still hear her soft snoring.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol. Emma's face was burning red. What was puzzling was that she was frowning slightly even in her sleep, as if she had something on her mind.
Sophia saw Liam come in. Although she had a smile on her face, she was still full of apologies. "Liam, I'm so sorry. This happened right after you got married. You don't dislike our daughter, do you?"
"Mom, how could I? I didn't take good care of Emma. I shouldn't have let her drink so much. I'm also responsible..."
Liam wiped his wet hair with a towel. Every time he faced Emma's parents, he couldn't show any anger.
Because, from the bottom of his heart, he liked the atmosphere of this family. He liked the gentle and simple way Sophia and James treated people.
"That's good. It's too late. You should get some rest. It's been hard taking care of Emma all night." Sophia gently patted Liam on the shoulder and helped him close the door before leaving.
Well, it had been hard work.